This is a song about "You can t spiy"

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Niggas that guided me through

// [who can really blame you?]

If you think what you see on t v's bad

She got something i never had

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Must be something you want me to see

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Try anyway you can cry or you can play

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day