This is a song about "Kyle s disability"

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

I used to have a nine to five

It´s the battle of life

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath