This is a song about "The problems with this world and how its all played out"

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Sweat all over his back and made out to the world with no slack

Its a miracle how i carry with all this subliminal ranting but fuck everything right

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

I get out the bar i go far to all around this world never seen before

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

That scary love, never get married love

The solution to all my problems

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

All these problems that i gotta write em down and watch the views

"how money running this world?!"

But i murder him first

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Autopsy and the world is all topsy turvy

You can't solve all your problems with some weed and wine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time