This is a song about "Being hopeless hustling"

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Not a villain, just a lost soul that is hopeless

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

1995 the future hopeless, im the last survivin poet

Your chance to endure is near hopeless

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

These fuckin hopeless slits

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day