This is a song about "Weed hard times family dying making money slinging dope"

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

I just want somebody i can see