This is a song about "Chandler brooks"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

But shes lucky i never had the guts to say the truth

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Then runs outside its nine past 12 he runs into the street a car hits him and he

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

The wrenching of my guts, the breaking of my heart and watching my

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,

Or closed casket for our troubles

I can see all your guts