This is a song about "Wanking with lemons"

But that's what life gives me, now i let the lemons squeeze

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

With miserably blistering

Don't want to be the king

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Life's handing you lemons

With a blunt filled up with some lime

Westside, bitch i run mine

I entered with, rendered with it,

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

With rock, shock rap with doc

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

With gimmicks replying

By god, stop whining