This is a song about "Rough time"

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

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

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

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

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Cause you never liked it rough,

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

It's just textbook stuff

Feels i gotta be rough