This is a song about "Im marrie"

Im still loaded, im loaded

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Im still loaded, im loaded

The dead society of a poet

I'm dreaming to be great

Im in these streets im gettin paid

Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Mind your motherfucking business

Im grinning while im spitting this

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Now im thinkin if im gone, then im gone for good

Im saying im worthless

See i'm breathing for a purpose