This is a song about "Getting trough hard times"

See i can put down the pipe

Getting hard to describe.

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Lie about the rough times hard days but why

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

So much feelings to feel,this a hard times

What we gotta do to survive

Times is hard homie in this economic recession

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Times might be hard, but keep your head up...it's fine...

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

And i ain't got what it takes

What runnin' trough my veins?