This is a song about "Lord your got the smile that s eached in my mind you ve got the strength to make me perfect in satisfied"

Like a south paw you get letand every breath i breathe untill the moment i'm deceased

Like comedian you got no wit, not in the least i will show my fist, your new feast,

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Best be prepared for the outlaws

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Now she got you in your neck with the knife that she was holding

I got my mind sold by the devil, bought in dollars got it for twenty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

See the devil in me, it's essential in this rap game that you got potential

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Give me strength, i pray to god, i swear that i still miss the lord,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short