This is a song about "How did i end up on the other side no more life i just wasted mine"

You in a box and i'm on the other side

I can smell it when i go outside

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

How do i tell her that she needs to take charge..and make up wasted time,

Must be a lady in tha light

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

On the cross just for my sins i regret everything i did i remember hurtin loved

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Different from the rest when i look up i see no other alike

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

All the time i feel i wasted on something that didnt matter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

That last line i did just caused depression it ain't the end for me and aggression

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

//adding more to it, switched up the flow towards the end- gonna build up on it

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket