This is a song about "How life is slow"

How can i portray this

I guess that's how it is,

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

I like how you think you have flow but your moving too slow

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Spitting by the door or to slow how i store

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

This is a rap bout how real my life is

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

What we gotta do to survive

There is more in to life

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

How can it exist? poverty; in my life