This is a song about "Being hopeless"

Your chance to endure is near hopeless

Let's have a toast for this new love

I'm low 'n' i'm just hopeless, know this shit's gonna last

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

I may bury both, hopeless

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Fuck being counterfeit

You, you, you have to pay for that

But knowing it's hopeless i still try and argue,

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

We'll be the guiding light to the hopeless, i'm shining bright,