This is a song about "Good to be an alcoholic"

I was never fake, i was just too good to be true

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

To be good at rap, you need no limits

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

Feels good to be ya only girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

1 to 10 you may be the best, but i'm an eleven.

All the good things do come to an end

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle