This is a song about "I wasn t ready"

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

October 16th, i was finally ready.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But i wasn't ready to look in the mirror, but wasn't ready for my father to die,

Now i'm living out my dreams

Ready to fight, i rollup my sleeves

I wasn't ready to make my

Yeah, since i was a knee high

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel