This is a song about "Pushing on"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Gotta keep it pushing cause you hoes can't knock me

Life's about decisions man

Pushing in my mama van

But i will keep on pushing till my, back bone cracks

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

One for my well being, the other pushing me to the brink.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked