This is a song about "Desperate"

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Desperate measures, but they never get better because they lack effort

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Desperate dwellers who settle in cellars venture for shelters

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

Don't fuck with a desperate rhymet, i'll burn you soul with an cigarette lighter.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage