This is a song about "Everybody makes mistakes thats just the way it is but yet again i must admit you acting like a kid and that i dont get why you acting like this i tried working it out but we just fuss and shout im staying strong for us trying not to tap out day in and day"

Cant be assed making it better, im lazy that way lol i just put it out anyway for you guys

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

But i can rip it any style you want,you just acting wild lil punk

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

But you know the beef is on when i grab your heart and squeeze it strong

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

Makes it okay to slay 'em day to day, i pray and pop rocks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

But i just put you out like a candle

Be the ocean, where i unravel