This is a song about "Nobody knows what i go through"

What i do, through and through and

This how i hear it different

Who knows just what i need, she knows just what i mean

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

I've hit the ceiling of what i will go through

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Nobody can make me quit what i love, even if they did

First off congratulations on the win

Stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Fucking drought these are my sufferings this is what i go through so try to walk

That i had to go through

I think i could save you

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And who knows what happened, elementary