This is a song about "All the eay"

Let's enjoy our younger years

Like fuck all the haters

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

All the pain flows throughout

Meek milly racked up racked out

But i guess that shit's just tough love

The fact that it's all bogus

All i ever need is all the all the love that's in your eyes

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Thug for life nigga

My all gold rolly or the

She dont have a problem with, with

I threw out all the gifts

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle