This is a song about "Getting trough hard times"

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Seems like paradises just getting too hard to find

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Hope all over again, we can start

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

Now times are hard and i know its tuff

And i ain't never plan to be famous

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

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Times is hard homie in this economic recession

Flapjack, ooh he bring

To all those hard times, hiding

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

I was growin as a person in the hard times