This is a song about "Giving up drugs"

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Giving you a few #minutes before he spits you chewed up

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My dreams with her were flushed/i'm about to start giving up i thought she

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop