This is a song about "Getting my life back"

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

My niggas getting mad

You, you, you have to pay for that

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

Getting back to just spitting with all my motherfuckin might/

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I'm wishing my victims back to life to replace myself there instead

I got my life back on track

Bring that shit the fuck back

40 on my face, getting cash

Your life is a product of trash

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

Maybe i'll get my life back and find myself another use somehow.