This is a song about "Trying but having your ideas put down"

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

To throw it all away

If your having a bad day

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

She loved seeing me having a hard time trying to breathe.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

We might be voiceless it seems but put your voices in lyrics,

Worthless faggot put down that knife! stop filling your lungs up with smoke and tar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Your breaking me down but i still want ya...

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

But then cancer came, ravaged your body and i got down,

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.