This is a song about "Rough estates"

I can teach you all the sounds of love

To play rough without acting tough

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

They can't take the stress and blaze the cess, streets are rough,

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

I understand it can be, but in my opinion, not that rough

She's so rough, she'll tear you up anywhere,

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Because you know how we rhyme on this beat is rough,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

You're pushin and shovin but no need to rush or be rough/

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough