This is a song about "Try"

But no matter how hard i try

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

She gotta hold her head up high

Never had a chance to try

Die only think i could try

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

I try to wrap my head around it, try to understand,

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Better to try then die with

Pocket racked up all big faces

He makes a quick decision, decides to try

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high