This is a song about "Troubled life"

Sky high, iced out paradise

In the devoid of life

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

... that our existence is troubled

I started out as a troubled teen, hit my prime at age seventeen graffiti an hip hop was my scene

I kill em all slowly so i can hear them clearly, as they scream wishing it was all a dream,

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Troubled with a struggle

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Like troubled minds comatose, before the feelings feel too close beating