This is a song about "Fix life"

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

You should probably fix your face

Give players plenty space

Not even a dollar or 2 for a rock fix

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

But you know me , all i do is get my fix

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I pull my six, so i dont have to pay for my fix,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

So many problems with this game, yo we got to fix it,