This is a song about "Try mee"

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

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Try harder try better try getting those diamonds that stylist those islands

So if you try to rap like him try me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Try to call me (try to call me)

But we should be body to body

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

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

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Fuck it, this is my last try

Where did my time go? i let it fly

I just wanna cry, every time i try

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Tell your homeboy to try me.