This is a song about "Tribulations after tribul"

Gets home after a night out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Wrap that blunt under after

That i will leave earth with her

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

With wit to make you frail right after

Me from all the trials and tribulations coming my way the devil tried to tempt me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Splatter guts n' catchya after

Not even my favorite rapper