This is a song about "Tough times and rhymes"

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

The chore is making rhymes and many times you fuck up about crimes

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

All the tough times in my life, but you dug me in deeper than i already was/

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

To call my bluff cause i'ma give to you rough and tough

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

And i love you all

You act tough and stand tall

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

And i know that autism can be tough