This is a song about "Going though a lot"

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Didn't want dad to go though, no point in him going anyway

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Least not by me, that says a lot

Going though cycles never achieving your vision

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Pulled a lot of doubles along the way

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

We’ve been through a lot

You know i am not gon stop

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

We got a lot room for real ass shit so i brought a lot.

That's when i found myself bleeding in a vacant lot.

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot