This is a song about "Tribulations after tribul"

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

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

I be ballin, they wonder why

Even after i die/

But there's nothing else inside

I'll fuck you after i strike

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Every night after ten

Then lost my faith again

Especially, after that heavily news

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

Gets home after a night out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about