This is a song about "Been counted out my whole life"

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I been in the zone like my whole life my new bitch your old wife

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Whole my life, i've been to stressed to play, maybe i forgot to pray.

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Spent my whole damn life puttin' up with this

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

All i ever wanna do in my whole life is fuck bitches

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.

My whole entire life it's happened, talking definitely,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see