This is a song about "Try to keep up"

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I have no bight, or curse in any verse i keep it clean an lean, try to mean

Keep my back right side stay bloody flagged up, to geeked up,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

I do the right thing

And we try to keep going

And didn't try to keep in touch i guess you never missed me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I try to create authentic answers, but it's hard enough to keep to my books

But all that comes out is my eccentric manners; it screws up all my looks

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Taking time out my day to try and open up your eyes

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow