This is a song about "Conflict flatter reduce my life handle unique drugs"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

I could handle this on my own

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

My style is unique that's why i'm gonna win, freak!

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Did too many drugs dilating my third eye

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try