This is a song about "Coming from a bad hood getting in shootouts killing people and selling drugs"

I'm misunderstood not really a bad guy just high off drugs/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

People always dying in the hood, stood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

And look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Selling coke to the fiends stuck in my raw ways,eyes always red in the days from

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

You can save a man from getting two bullets in the brain

Its getting crowded and i had a bad week, and kids are stepping on me,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha