This is a song about "Trill life yah yah"

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

But lil yah-yah was stubborn, yo he did not listen,

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

At age eight, it wasn't hate that filled yah, it was yah uncle's dick,

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

I remember,yah, it was saturday

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Dirty ass probally need to bathe yah,

Before we see it's hard to live

Talkin bout that trill life

Evertime i see yah face,i just wanna give them lips a taste,

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...