This is a song about "Living life as a player"

Living my life like a journey, everyday is a quest,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Living a better life than my father did

A player getting played at his own game

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Parents bitchin about my attendance living life like i'm a peasant

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Imagine life as a convict

If you feel it, it must be real just

But i'm actually passed this, i lost my role as a player in the game when j gone missing.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

In the mind of a living soul to separate them as a whole

Still living as a resident

Scrilla fan, oh boy and