This is a song about "Drugs growing up poor getting kicked out and a comeback"

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

Down to smoke when i got kicked out and when my heart through a shredder

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

Better have a good comeback i'll grind you up like a vitamix blender.

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

I don't even know why i'm coming back with a comeback,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track