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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Just who am i to be living life so good?

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I wish it would just leave my life and let me be,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Listen to me, i'm trying. don't judge me for who i am.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

What influenced me to rap, it's more like who helped me go to this path.

When i was hopeless , rappad helped me share my lyrics , they helped me pass generics

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Life isn't on my side, so tell me, how the fuck am i supposed to show pride.

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