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

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Picture a place that they exist, together

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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

This path i choose to walk alone

Whip, plane, motions own

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

That's why i crave to be alone

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop