This is a song about "Sparta use harsh taning"

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

My game is harsh, like the third reich

I can't control it there's no use

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

All the shit you put me through, that was harsh.

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I don't know what words to use

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I often use google chrome

So i parked in a tow-away zone

With women with issues

Coz u ain't got no use