This is a song about "You don t have to believe it"

You better believe it

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

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

Sky high, iced out paradise

You say don't have to say it twice

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

To have all your denyin' i cannot believe

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

It's all good, finna dog that

You better believe it

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop