This is a song about "Racks everyday of the week learning so hard i can t even sleep"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

I like listening to music in the week.

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

Everyday hard in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

For a better life so i can have the brighter of days,

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make