This is a song about "I m trying to hop out of a foregin"

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

But i think i'm still trying to figure this crap out

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I say i'm tired of trying

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Trying to get a buck everyday of my life.

Who know this be the life that i really live