This is a song about "Harsh time"

Beef: i hammer mine

It's like i'm wasting my time,

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Come up to me with something harsh

And the harsh shit hits the suburbs, and they're able to save,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

It's refrigeration time

I shine, you shine, so we shine

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

Everyone’s pissed at me, saying i’m too harsh/

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

And fuck off if you think that's a little bit harsh