This is a song about "God damn this real life"

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

God damn it i got writer's block

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

God damn golfweezy you at it again,

The former, position of a pimp

But god damn im sure the luckiest

Then lost my faith again

My god damn hottie dame

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

How's your life feel after all this damn depression,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

God damn ima fucking murder this shit

God damn pull out my racks

For setting up traps