This is a song about "I m tryin to make it out alone"

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Get busy livin' or dyin', the decision i'm tryin' to make

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Tryin' to change something,but it goes bad

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

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Whip, plane, motions own

Sometimes i need to be alone

You walk out as i follow u out alone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

You are still kitsch, tryin' to make an ill hit,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that