This is a song about "In buddhism we"

We aren't innocent, we already served our stint in the pen

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Yo we roll in the hole,we roll with the hoe

My talent should take me places i've never been

Regardless, we flawless in our imperfection/

What sick world do we live in

What up girl, tell me how you been

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

We just looking in the mirror

My records sell, yes sir

Then we kicked in my room

Won't run out anytime soon