This is a song about "Hard times are ruff"

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Thing get a little ruff

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times

They know what we are, they lead on in these times/

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard.

All we need is convienient love

Now times are hard and i know its tuff

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Protesters are wavin’ picketing signs, these are different times,

Then put it into sex drive

Hard to kill, how many more times?