This is a song about "This might be a battle might not turn out ok"

I got plans tonight

Fuck you know this song might

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Truth be told in this game the seasons reflect on whether or not if a nigga might change/

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

You might be spoilt but its not your fault

I style on new york, pile up my fork

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

That you might not agree with, see it like this, troop,

Hell she might even be a bieber

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal