This is a song about "Lucas taking my erasor"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Talked about taking my life but everyone seemed to call my bluff

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I'm taking up my own bars, you know that my flow's tighter,

I laugh at it though, this is me taking my chances

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Passing my glamour, everyone taking pictures of me with their cameras!

Should be harder to find

I'm taking pictures with my mind

I'm taking pictures with my mind

Cause i’m back on my grind