This is a song about "Not knowin how do make good decisions yet being pushed to do things you don t want to do"

Even the girls do not know how hard it is to survive

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Do you want to see heaven, or will you live in hell?

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

All the good things do come to an end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

You do not want to get in a collision

So just do what the fuck you want to

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Nor all the things you do.

I was twelve when the gunned you