This is a song about "Stupid striders cannot contain my awesone"

Some nights you'll find pain with no gain, is this all my brain can contain

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Words cannot describe my feelings

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

My movement to find the stupid mc's bodies who now lack

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

My crazy peers those stupid foolish fucks

My fear i can no longer contain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

You cannot just threaten my ass while on drugs when i'm paranoid

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Sellin’ weed mother fucker, just to fund my stupid antics

The flow no one can challenge, lyrical acrobatics