This is a song about "Not fair me getting done"

It's just me expressing my fair minded opinion

You just working with the scraps you was given

Until the cops vigorously assaulted me, wasn't fair that the rich kids taunted

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

And got her room number, you can find me there

I know its not fair but lord can i ask you why,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

While i'm sitting here spitting rhymes you think its not fair

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

It's not fair that people have to do withoutthegreatness you were.

They're getting shit done

Miami nights, ain't another one

You not getting famous like macaulay culkin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin