This is a song about "Harsh times"

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Rollin' down the four o five

I remember dates, times

Forever we harness the power to be as harsh,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Come up to me with something harsh

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Then put it into sex drive

Girl, you remember all does times,

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex