This is a song about "Im going back to my old ways the world is a cold place"

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Im a little wack but my posture is straight up my back

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Haunts us like ghosts, 'till they come back to the old,

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

This stress is tough to cope, eatin and showerin wit a roach, both ways get the view

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Cause i've relapsed back into the vast ways of my past/

The window is sharing my place

I get that work from my face

Honestly, the world is grim but this aint a place to vent that

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

We went back to my place real quick,

Small, but you talkin' big

I wish the world was just a better place

He said that he rather put the pump to his face