This is a song about "I guess this is it"

But i guess i was begging for it,

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

I guess this is rap in its pure form

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Thought i had it mapped out but i guess i didn't, this fucking black cloud

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I swear to fuck now this, is, it!

I guess this world is just black and white

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Time is money but yo i guess this time the clock don't pay

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay