This is a song about "Different sides of life"

Different kind of people in this world/

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Concussions left depressions on the sides of separate temples/

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

In my life i've made a million different choices

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

This shit is a different type of warfare

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Okay now listen, sitting here taking in the different aspirations of life,

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Of real-life material of a different time period

Was primary, the source of conflicts, switchin' sides every

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see