This is a song about "Why i cant get my shit together"

Wer all together in this cold world but i cant really blame it.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Why its bad and why i gotta get my mind right

Why do i have to prove that you just can't hold it together

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

I must admit, we together, i wished we just split, i cant, ima hypocrite

I get my points across and say shit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Thats why i can't get the mic out my hand,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

And i cant get any good rest