This is a song about "Life as a poor per"

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Music is my life my flows as sharp as a knife

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Afford to sell, we're poor as hell, spare me two dollars,

Imagine life as a convict

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

But as long as my influence is life

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Of life cause you may comeback as a pest

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

Want the title but im always fighting under card