This is a song about "Rough estates"

Wood chain with a jesus

Cause you never liked it rough,

See me round the green like a diamond in the rough

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Sense good times coming lately ive had it rough

Here i go again, searching for love

But it wasn't enough,they want mo' rough

To play rough without acting tough

See, i'm just trying to focus

Estates commit the most crime, you wonder why?

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

You're still playing with the three estates you started with