This is a song about "Breaking away from the devil"

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

While he's cracked, received a tract from the devil

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

I heard the sirens blaze from i mile away.

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

And i can smell 12 from a block away, leave the scene

Telling them its okay to look away from the mess they caused/

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

Get away from the stress of life

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Run away from the cars...

Wanting to run away from reality to the abdominal cavity

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see