This is a song about "Giving up for lent"

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But it wasn't like that, and he was giving up slowly,

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

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

But i ain't giving up. i'll put up a fight.

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

Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.