This is a song about "My life as a blood and how drugs helped me to be who i am"

Im not sure who i am , who do i aspire to be?

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

I used to say i wanted to dive into my grave, but you helped me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Just who am i to be living life so good?

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

I feel it in my veins like blood ecstasy and life

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

And they giving hickies to my dick as i am puffing sticky

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I am a broken fragment if who i used to be.

These cracks in my life without you are making me forget how to be happy"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree