This is a song about "Seats near the back i call it luck and i dont play now kiss the blond"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Use to be sectioned off now we back and got the good seats

Now i try to play it smart,

See, and now life seem hard

It pushes and shoves, i dont wanna feel it so i try to numb the pain,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

And if i dont get it back then its the end off all that

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

I think now i ll stop and call it a day..

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I dont watch it i play with it