This is a song about "Drought"

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Drinkin all night damn i think i caused a drought,

And nike put em on punishment they won't ever come out

Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought

I must go like fly route

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

His rep's about to forbear a drought, he's in doubt,

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

They are going to ran out like their mouth just drought.

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

Fucking drought these are my sufferings this is what i go through so try to walk

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

You gotta help me out