This is a song about "Brought joy into my life"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Now i must appease to offers that my peeps has brought us

I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Brought me back to my misery.

Plottin' don’t even worry

Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Just take...a...look into my wallet...got some change for your life

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

My daddy brought me to counselling, to get myself checked