Going down for this bag yeah i keep taking risk i can't wait to get this bitch the fucking chains but shit ain't easy still going through for you soo much pain on me I can't even feel myself rent due soul down my mind can't function I can't feel my mind feeling like am lost sending letters in jail you know how it feel . Can't even see my niggas in Christmas that the jail shit. I can't even call my mama that shit make me mad like how the fuck the fed caught me lacking yeah Would never be caught in this shit again that what i promised mama but my blood already sold to street i can't tell. All this shit make feel like am already gone cuz so many real niggas in heaven I can't even talk lost my big cuz why we have to die?