This is a song about "Troubles souls"

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

You feel it from your head to your toes

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

But then why did i have to take on my own and somebody else's troubles,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Parents just don't understand my troubles with "the man."

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Everything i wanted never seem so close

But my reality is all of your inner souls