This is a song about "High s and low s"

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure