This is a song about "Trying to change struggles and drugs"

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

And hope i don't need good drugs to relax,

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs