This is a song about "Rough estates"

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Estates commit the most crime, you wonder why?

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

See me round the green like a diamond in the rough

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

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

I just called your bluff this is so fucking rough

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

You invite men over and ask for it rough

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush