This is a song about "It s no pride i m just trying to fix everything that got broken"

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Authorities wanna take a spin me, trying to limit these rhymes that got g's saying "can it be?!"

But can you just tell me why you played me like that, so i can die in pride

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Now we're raking out our secrets in a leak, we got to fix it,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

I'm trying to echo the tweet i just got from my misunderstand

You know from me it is slaughter, like trying to be free that's all i got to offer

He's getting byeit's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a baller

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game