This is a song about "Trying to goth"

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

People trying to make you fail

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Can barely walk the city streets

Trying to forgive yourself, so hysterical

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to find some friends