wen I drive I swerve be too close to the curb hold up bust right then left and take me to make me this serve..Baby mama she trippin..tend to stay on my nerves..every sense I lost my mama leave det shit for the birds..Damn I fucked up again landed back in that cell..its fucked up how folks sit back and let you sit in the jail..it's fucked up how I come up and turn around jes to fell..It's fucked up how my life set up um expected to fail.. Now um back on my ass..Now um back in the streets..Maine it's crazy how these hoes n niggas play in these sheets..Wen the reality kick in dey shunt been fucked over me...Shoe strings tied up to my knees Maine I was trippin off beat..I wasn't focused on the shit had to do the next week...