This is a song about "Once again exam in monday"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Monday in my room again

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

And once again i'm in this game, now i'm back again,

I've found myself lonely once again i fear

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Here i am once again in my home town,where the music is loud

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Of making the industry, good once again.

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

Gets harder than rihanna when

Signing in, on the vine again,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Ah yes, once again, i cock the tec or ruger,