This is a song about "Tribulations after tribul"

Gets home after a night out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Well right after lightning comes thunder

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

With wit to make you frail right after

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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

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

Took the van, went snatch her

Wrap that blunt under after

She likes the way it hits her lips

After eating burgers and chips

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

I've seen trials and tribulations,was raised in a nation full of racism