This is a song about "Love and hard times"

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

I keep on living through hard times, because of my insignificant rhymes,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

You won six times and twenty two times you've lost

Before we see it's hard to live

Hard to kill, how many more times?

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

I really remember and miss all those times