This is a song about "Hard times drove this mother fucker to do crazy shit"

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Thinking how this shit is hard,

We will never die, we are forever alive

So much feelings to feel,this a hard times

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Times is hard homie in this economic recession

Standing here spitting here i go acapella on this mother fucker

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

It's crazy ain't it, hard to explain it

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Cause that's when the mother fucker chose to leave

In this rap shit i run on foot from coastline to coastline a fuckin' thousand times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

This mother fucker must be some gutter revolver

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her