yea. yea TG on the beat yall ready y for dis picking myself up i dont know what went wrong. it seems that everyrhing i try to do ends up in a song. had all the money in the world that i needed and it seems now that im beated, to the dephs of solitude. i mad a pact with the devil that said let me take you. had fame, fortune but it all went soon. nothing left for me here except my drugs and ma beer. living like a bum, with a mask and a loaded gun. robbing for a living but still doesn't feel as good as giving. this is my last resort but its not what i had thought.