This is a song about "Myself and my hard life"

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Climb to the church steeple and resign myself to my sinner's fate/

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

Maybe i'll get my life back and find myself another use somehow.

All my life i've been struggling with myself,

So, just tell me something about yourself

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

But my whole entire life i felt like i was black myself,

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Theres this thirst and i cant quench it, with life, i've had a hard friendship

The hard life is something hard to survive

We will never die, we are forever alive

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,