This is a song about "Wasted money"

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Half your life wasted faded into useless bullshit paved in

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

You wasted my shit, making me write this

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

My pages are blank, now i realized i’ve that wasted my days,

Slow it down , that hate will get you wasted

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Uh-uhhh! "so why's your face red? man you wasted!"

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

All the time i feel i wasted on something that didnt matter

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

U wont last a day youlle get wasted,

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

I left the pages blank for all the thankless wasted days,