This is a song about "Adam being a mole"

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

I believed in a higher being.

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Now this is what i call an evening

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

I fucking hate this job

Adam eve, devil god

Of being a ballplayer superstar like stephon marbury.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Or was i just a desolate being

Just tell me that i ever meant anything