This is a song about "I have to get shit faced just to look at you"

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

You don't have to know how to rhyme to get into music/ just have others write your lyrics for you/

It's just i got a list of shit that i just have to be on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Unless you just wanna get more confused than my brain at why i have to school

To get through i look at life like a comedian

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I spit so much at once you have to play back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

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

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Stronger so they won't think i'm weak any longer now i have to get good at

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

I'm everything that they call nice

I don't go on walks just to look at trees.