This is a song about "Make it rapping and getting all this money smoking get stress away"

That's hard to get up and to make it when life's pissin' away,

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Your addiction and your father, yeah i'll take it all away

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I gotta get it in, get that money and then,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I make money to get by but the governments taxin it,

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

All the money in the world can't take this pain away

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day