This is a song about "I need a rest"

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Sitting down for the rest of the day, i need a geniuine ray of enlightenment,

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Soon as i get home

I need a ring, like a phone

I need a 17 bra manage

So y'all can cope n' touch

I need a double cheeseburger

And then along came the wrong man for her

Too good, i need a delay

What you want me to say

And i cant get any good rest

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

The rest of my life as a buster ??? i was ten and became

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain