This is a song about "Cope"

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

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I'm self provoked can't rap about shit i don't do anymore hard to cope

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Through my music this is how i cope

On the hope she had, shes mad, but she knows that she cope n' pass..

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Cus i'm old school, dealing with new niggas who just can't cope with these rhymes

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Just a bloke that can't cope with a toke or a bong,