This is a song about "Starting again"

Now my future is starting to look unclear

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Starting to hater, then you are finished

That i'm starting to lose it

It's all good, finna dog that

You starting to understand, that i love contraband

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Starting from the bottom, espn ticker

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Well, maybe not forever

Starting to stink bury her,

Seems like you're starting drama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Starting all these riots