This is a song about "Rushing"

And with no discussion i'm rushing straight to the vodka

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

As she’s rushing to the hospital looking for a way quick,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

The very next day i see her with another brother/damn i starting rushing to her

I've never been to hell so how can you tell elements are rushing

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

Thoughts rushing through my head that she was gonna die,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

You must be rushing with wisdom, to have enough of the bluffs that they're giving

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds