This is a song about "Going thru some things"

It's like every day, some shit be going down.

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Ya mother musta done some sick things to ya as a baby,

Well, i can handle that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Must be something you want me to see

Made some new friends did some new things with glee

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

I'll try my best to convey coherently if things are going okay

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Im going to get some head

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

A hard motherfucker going up against some soft cocksucker,

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

So am going to chill and go thru life's rap.