This is a song about "I lost my job and my girl left now i m on the peaches the bars and vikein"

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

And left my hand up in the air like i just shot the j

I wanna be the old me that i was before, i lost my wife now.

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa