This is a song about "You gotta have hope"

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Why you gotta have someone featured to diss me?

And it's gotta have a indoor pool

But she forgot about the golden rule

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The only hope we have to escape is to win that lottery,

All i have left is hope i suppose,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Gotta keep hope, never use the 'rope' and glow