This is a song about "Surviving a wae"

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

I am grateful and blessed to be surviving today

Its gonna be a a test

Just say he's the best

We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say

My all gold rolly or the

A store that dosen't get a

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,