This is a song about "Struggleing with addictions"

I entered with, rendered with it,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Part of addictions to start interventions

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Then i'm back at it, back in hazmats, breaking bad addictions back, im a rap addict"

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

A fear of commitment with

Die with hope, live with virtue

I call em up, they might fall through

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

Shouting out your addictions like the blunt got you picking up the micstand, goddamn..

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Easier to deal with, easier to feel with