This is a song about "Drugs and getting back to life"

Maybe i'll get my life back and find myself another use somehow.

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

And hope i don't need good drugs to relax,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I spent my whole life getting hurt and abused

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

So sit back and accept the blessings of this life,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Rideright back to the movies

Its getting harder and harder to breathe,