This is a song about "Try harads"

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

U running without paying me...don't even try

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Try to be different but really

You're a layabout nuisance, you don't even try,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Took my heart away from money

Try to call me (try to call me)

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Fuck it, this is my last try

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

He makes a quick decision, decides to try

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

I just wanna cry, every time i try