This is a song about "All i have known"

I have all music gimmicks

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

On they twitter writing novels, see

I am known for my mystery

And i should've known to have a thicker crust

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

All i have is my suffering and pain

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Giving this game everything, all i've ever known

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

For those precious things i am truly thankful for all i have.

Everything i wanted never seem so close

All i have left is hope i suppose,

I have mastered all the relations

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things