This is a song about "Even more life"

I'm everything that they call nice

Not about getting high, there is more to life

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And even when i'm swinging you know i've got more class,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

No more living happily, even in their fantasies

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Even though life might seem hard sometimes...

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Lookin at you rappers, ya'll dont even deserve half a life

I dont even know what ima say any more

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Just saying there's more than sex in life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise