This is a song about "Life and being single"

I wanna scream and shout every single fucking song i've written

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

And not a single day goes by

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Anoynomosse for just being a total pussy, if your 15 and don't understand real life yet

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

I'll kill em single handely and rep it candidly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

And i would beat 'em every single minute, week, every night,