This is a song about "Longer hard rap"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I'm self provoked can't rap about shit i don't do anymore hard to cope

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

No longer the person teachers adore

Timmy got his bike stole

And youre no longer whole.

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

For fear is not a problem no longer,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Your words no longer increase

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Like i'm no longer imprisoned,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Keep that picture in your album man, it will last longer