This is a song about "Rubik s cubes"

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

It´s the battle of life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Hand to hand in the cold

S queezys very bold