This is a song about "Darkness of a houndered year old house"

Every since then our whole city been horrible

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

After every show, a dream she hold

You was to young a 18 year old

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

I rose out of the darkness

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold