This is a song about "I just wanna make it out okay"

I just wish you could have stuck it out.

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

So i wanna make sure somewhere

U got all them drums in there

I deliberately wanna make you miserably

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

They need a shovel just to make it out the door to get more of it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

When the truth is, i be just tryin’ to make it equal

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

I wanna hear "i'm sorry. are we okay?"

I take 'em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave