This is a song about "Rushing thru life"

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Who knew. that its hard to get thru to.

You can take the train thru my vein,

Through all the rain and the pain

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/

You just gotta keep pushin thru

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries