This is a song about "I have t smarten up i could lose everything if i dont sharpen up"

Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

One dark skin i could never lose

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Just put your hand on the glass

But i let off everything i have

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

I give out the medals for those who give up how could i give up if

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Wouldn't try the game if i didn't think i could, gotcha career piled up like some

I'mma work for everything i have

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class