This is a song about "Escaping from reality"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Gloom tuning out reality.

To put you back to reality and start from base

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Just to go to liv on a sunday

From all this tea cause in reality

I was taken away from reality i couldn't believe what i heard i was winded to find

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Hopin' that my niggas see

But that's reality.

Listen to me. open you eyes to reality.

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I want to fight the music on this one

Escaping from my fucken gun