This is a song about "Relief for"

The death of me would be their biggest relief/ because i've

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

With some lesbians that don't know english

She always comin back

For what for cookin crack

Niggas is working forever my bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Over all i rapped as a relief, cause

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

But for equality, for peace and prosperity,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

I ain't happy with the score

Find what youre looking for"