This is a song about "Dont gove up"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

My loud stay boomin hope it dont wake up my neighbors

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Dont fuck up don't fall, keep your eye on the ball and dig deeper

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Up above, in the sky, might never know, we dont fly,

Shut the fuck up bitch, i dont allow your interjections,

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Lift your hands up in the air and wave'em like you just dont care

Im strong, i'll get back up, dont know how long it will be

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

But i dont care i spill my heart on tracks,and for my daughter id give up my last drop of blood

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

With my mind, so i dont end up on a killing spree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free