This is a song about "Trying to find the happiness in past but tuly i couldn t even find when i was in past"

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

I wanna be like you but i always find myself buryin more bodies in the dirt

I find it hard to find

The revolution has arrived

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

I like to roam like my dome find me in the road

I just sit in my mind trying to find out what's my purpose

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

If i can get past the wack emcees packed in factories,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Cause i got the burner in the hand

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined