This is a song about "In the bando"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Living my life like i'm living right

In the face of the outside.

Not only had the fiend died

In the face of the outside.

Couple grand when i rock the night

In the face of the outside.

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

He's in the books he's in the cites

The pain stains the brain with delays in

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Helping the the position that i'm in