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

Way too stoned to make it home so i passed out in the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

At the park i bump into people tryin to make mad,

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

This path i choose to walk alone

Tryin' to figure a way out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Tryin to figure out if they'll deal or they'll murder,