This is a song about "Rough time"

Life's tough, ya hot some patches that are rough

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Sense good times coming lately ive had it rough

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Rough draft is what i title this

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

That will my make your life rough

And now it's clear as this promise