ye every time i hear the beat i start panic, not gonna lie its more like in every situation i got anxiety and depression manic, this worlds got an infestation of crooked fake faggots, You know me, you know P, the boy who roams around used to be retarded now he a real g, he stays discreet he acts so humbly, he know longer pretends he stings just like a bumble bee, its just that now every time he sings he gon crush the beat, cook the meat, hes now cutting the beef look, every day i stay true to the hustle, no more fake friends and no more fake muscle, im a changed man, no longer rainman, but thats the game man, ye look at you look at me now, u stay in ur lane while i wait for the free throws. and i might just blow my brains cuz so many bad memory and old mistakes but the truth is the past i cannot change im not going out like kurt cobain, so u could say... ye im sorry what ive done to all of you, let you down but im still under you, woohoo soon i will be number one never was close to two, and i know my apologies are overdue but there. all that shit ive talked now im taking it back im making this track to show you im a changed man who done stopped rowing for a minute, but if you dont wanna get caught in the currents you erybody gotta paddle on their kayak.