This is a song about "What does it take to keep my soul alive when all i am is a dead sea"

I do what i need to survive, competition and beef is what makes my spirit come alive

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Where im from? a city full of sinners so when i die my soul is going to the highest bidder

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

What it gotta take just give me a fucking break no i am not drake

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

But my hearts colder i just hide it like a killer does

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

And to prove it i can be virgin to my fucking dead.

Im just a lost soul tryna figure out what my mission is,

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

To speak from my soul when i paint this visual.

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

I've seen what it does to a nigga without his own plan,