This is a song about "Being bashed"

Despite my life being' unavailable

Rasie the bar to a level unattainable

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

A bashed face of lashed air, is what i leave of you emcees there,

Weed stash go run hide it and stash it, head bashed in

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

She say she love me more than anything

I believed in a higher being.

Like they not gon' stare

Just the fact of being there

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

At the thought of being popular

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

In the midst of a fire pit

Fuck being counterfeit