This is a song about "Rough"

I know whats right and wrong, sometimes can be raspy or rough

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

That will my make your life rough

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Ive had rough times made bad decisions

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

Sense good times coming lately ive had it rough

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush