This is a song about "Serenity s frustration"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

That's why i put my words in my music, to let frustration vent,

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

I bite my pen due to frustration, you can't imagine any of the shit i've been in

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I see the line to my serenity infinity