This is a song about "No use of trying to fight"

While half my mental belongs in a cage

They say it's no use to help them they won't change

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

But no matter what we have to stand a fight through,

My direction good, well-rounded type

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Your trying get ladies i'm trying to get rid of em,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Trying to uphold her image of venue

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

No way out, u trying to find out what to do

And people call me a user, but i want you