This is a song about "Cant cope"

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

But hes dead so you cant

Slicing throats sending bloody remains in envelopes to cope,

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Through my music this is how i cope

My balance be so tight rope

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Diminished the hope and struggled to cope

Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant

Just hustling you understand

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I cant fix i cant glue it

You can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

I need to cope with the stress, praying i hope for the best,