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

I feel like im starting to fade, feelin like this shit might be a little delayed.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Hell she might even be a bieber

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I might be new to this rap game

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

And these amphetamine routines might be a memory

I'm not alright. lost all my might,

Not only had the fiend died