This is a song about "Frustration"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Through my frustration, exasperation,

My stainless release stress and frustration through a niggas chest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination