This is a song about "Why am i here"

And then you fuckers wonder why i wish i wasn't here,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

And now here i am talking to you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Ha, running rebel on another level

Why am i like this?why is satan evil

I am here to mess up this thing

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Where the fuck am i supposed to go from here

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real