This is a song about "Saddness and deppresion"

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Goddamn, the boy's back

And like to boast and brag

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And remember what i said and

And once i'm dead and gone

Haven't seen the world in so long

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and