This is a song about "Time money drugs and lost focus"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Time to pick up our cross, show what we got to the lost, yes we telling and

Nigga fuck the black and whites

And focus more on my rhymes.

Ive lost my focus, im at my lowest,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

All you need is your passport

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

My rhymes are potent/time u notice/align ur focus