This is a song about "Could of done so much"

So much hating in this life of mine, i cry at times

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I could outrun sonic there is so much glitches but you know what they say

Matter of fact, i'm dying cause you suck so much

They vaguely decipher my language

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Could of melt into foam, my brain filled with so much antiwar

Could of killed u already but i would of done it already

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Spit alot, spit so much could be car fluid

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole