This is a song about "The ways things are"

Gettin high burning the runways lifted n dazed, easy days lazy ways

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

These are a few things i can't control,

Purify that woman soul

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

These are just some of the things that keep the stars beaming

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

And wonder why things are so difficult

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,

The thoughts of killing you in different ways are bouncing,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

This is everything that we call hype

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

You're fed up with the way things are going, you're poor and sick and tired

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard