This is a song about "Sitting here alone trying to make since of all of this"

He's sitting in a pit of conscience, praying to launch this

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

You just working with the scraps you was given

I'm sitting here thinking of what ive done

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Aint no surgery here girl all of this is organic, dont panic

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

I'm all alone and i can't get out of here,

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Subconcious trying to make a better man of me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way