This is a song about "Rough past"

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

I keel your ship over im a diamond in the rough

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

Until that shit would dry up, memories would dangle rough,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Attacked by martyrs of the past

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

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Sense good times coming lately ive had it rough

Mama always told me i’d be famous

See, i'm just trying to focus

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