This is a song about "A russian man that couldnt find a job that got his friend to help"

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

So he told his best friend, that he would create a civilization

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

To help you find the true you, and live the life that you were given,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I have to take a substance to get that therapeutic help.

And she throws up whatever she eats

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Money long from here to japan

Im fuckin hoes that got a man,

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

But i apologize for not walking you around

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown