This is a song about "Life and it s struggles"

High off life and vicodin writing shit and reciting it,

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Back when the mc's expressed their life and life's running struggles//

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

The life is free, the life is fun and it will not be easier if you just run.

Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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