This is a song about "Cope"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

When they showed up at your door at christmas

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

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

This is no joke, i'm clearly trashed but i will cope

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Tryna cope like it's a six day on a bail,

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

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,