This is a song about "And then i ask myself why do i live"

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

To soho, baby milo so dope

And i just ask myself why, everything has to be so hard sometimes,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

And then the critics truly ask how many shits i give,

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Then i live with him and he kicks me out too

I try and figure out why i rap like i do

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

But then i thought, "why the fuck do i care"

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

I grab you by the arm and ask you why?

Roll a nick of that lala - that's how i plays it - mellow

Live a lie don't ask me why. i wrote a letter to the ghetto,