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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

They ask me what i do it for

She leave her hair on the floor

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

And it'd just be myself alone, but i don't know why

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

Believing the screens or anything there

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

So i done do that, and i ask you guess what?

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

The truth to why i shit and pissed myself till i was 13/ the truth to