This is a song about "Can u keepp"

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Hopin u can make it out, trying everyday

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I've been to hell n back i can asure u that indeed,

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

And if u thought you can rely on your crew

Ever been created , cuz we addicted it so u can call it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Its ironic #hypno fell asleep, this was a #dissed #illation- can u beat me still?

So u can take me home again

Suck my lolly pop then