This is a song about "Just"

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

So i just do my best to remain true and just

Y’all just skim through words and you’re just skippin’ the lines,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Another fiend who quit believing, another demon, just

You think you win but its just yatzee im just

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Fucking rules so dare u bitch just

This how i hear it different

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Crushing elephants them alone just