This is a song about "Tuff living"

Are we living or dead bro

She probably had a reason though

You suck dick for a living

Listen, these niggas is tripping

Whats the point of living if were living to die,

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And dying every second im living

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

There'd still be niggas out killing

The malady living inside of me,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see