This is a song about "Life catching up"

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Catching me is impossible

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

So i took another shot

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

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

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Im still up in they mouth, fuck them and they life