This is a song about "Cope"

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

Slicing throats sending bloody remains in envelopes to cope,

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Mama always told me i’d be famous

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

Music helps me cope, call it antidote,

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Diminished the hope and struggled to cope

Situation is so tense that you can't cope.

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job