This is a song about "And"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And get it again and again

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And once i'm dead and gone

But if i'm wrong

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Living young and wild and free

Third ward general, young cash money

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

And a fridge and some broccoli