This is a song about "Life as a dealer"

Watch closely as i knockoff shit thats phony as a real-life pony

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Imagine life as a convict

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Or maybe even a drug dealer

Treating life like it's a game as if mistaken for a circus,

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Your esteem's out of wack like a dealer shame it seems that life's grass's isn't greener

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

To soho, baby milo so dope

They say i take life as a joke,