This is a song about "Giving me life"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

The demon inside giving me life, i always dance with the devil im rolling the dice.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

These rappers stay giving me lips so i tell em below me

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Giving me words to help it all make sense

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Giving me the passion, to go to really great lengths/

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

My resonance is elegant 'n' i'm better than any rapper you're giving me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see