This is a song about "Marathon of hope"

Everyday losing some source of hope

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Just like a marathon

New message from mom

Turned his hope into an enemy, just totes the bottle of hennessy

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

We are just chill and hope all of our others unite

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Our vision never changed, we self made

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Yank a stick of ram, hope i got the right one though

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

I started praying for the hope and the change of love