This is a song about "All my frends are gd"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Sold my soul to the devil and now all dreams are achievable

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

All these people's voices are blocked from my ear canals

You are the prettiest thing i laid my eyes on all my life

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

It seems like my raps are all about rage

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

All of my days are spent

Hold my tears i tried my best

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

My felonies are all based in memories

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

My skills they are all weak