just something I threw together see me riding with these gold chains evenbody know that I lost my soul that I feel this pain i touch the sky and I face these challenges with all these savages the way rappers come at me they must have mental paralazis thing they all some sort of rap god n I'm no expert on theology but id put my money down they fake like greek mythology with they mucked up minds in need of some psychology. I don't listen to the haters in my rear view mirror from fake ass thugs n bitches with careless shrugs I just do my own thang and pop my shampane go out in the hood and flaunt my gold chains smoke some fat tree but from these hard thangs I abstain like I'm Bobby hill just without the propane to much to gain so nod your head to the beat roll up a fat blunt and get you a treat middle fingers up to all those who hate and leave it to fate taking my life one day at a time with a new beat and a new rymne ghetto ass white boy just trying to make ends meat but your girl still wanna get wet in my sheets she don't care aslong as Iong as I bring the heat sometimes I go for a drive late at night not looking for a fight just trying to get my head right with only my headlights In sight Leaving behind all those who hate and use my name as click bate dame im tired of the snakes gonna leave em behind whatever it takes shitty wanna fuck but her face is so fake filters make her look great but in reality life she looks like a worm she fish bate everybody I meet I ask what are your goals what defines you as a human and puts purpose in the souls but they look at me like I lost my mind i guess they just wanna get high and I'm a rare thang like when the stars align I love my gold chains but they more to life then these Earth thangs but they all so dumb with a Glock 9 like look I pull the trigger on goes bang bang TF is wrong wirth people these days they mind like pezzas leaning tower it sways but that's fine with me cause I'mma have purpose in my days and my goals aren't forgotten this mindset it stays