This is a song about "Fuck it im on it"

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

Ever since then i was labeled a bandit well fuck it im a dog to you rabbits

We smoking on that strong.. hit it then im gone

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Blame it on "im back" for the fact that we're criminals

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black

Just screaming fuck it i made it

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

I aint winnin/ i admit it/ but im on my cash flow

Fuck it im just done with trying, im so tired of all your lying!

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying