This is a song about "I don t care how complicated things get"

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I don't care how your fuken name is written or even how it's spelling.

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

You don;t thin anymore

Ima go until my arm's sore

Sorta bitchy but i understood how he was seeing things

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I know i have to get out and just make things right. (make things right)

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side