This is a song about "I cant do this anymore"

Bitch, i was born to ball

I ain't going anymore

I can't explain myself anymore, this is outrageous, this,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Hayden: i don't even have a family anymore

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

I can't hear them anymore,

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Oh wait i cant do that

I promise i'mma call you back

I'm self provoked can't rap about shit i don't do anymore hard to cope

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Lower than my credit score

I dont have to look anymore,

I can't rap to this beat anymore, it's getting me to gag bad,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack