I’m high off life so my eyes low
Taking a ride throw the town smoking a life
People laughing and smiling butt all
I do is just frone.
Money not the problem
Girl not the problem
Life is the problem
People not real anymore the world
Don’t want you if you don’t have skill anymore
A country ride a city ride
All together I need a ride
With a bad chick on my side
That’s going to ride.
Ain’t no love in the heart of the
City if it’s a god where is
My homie dying over
Hundred and fifty.
American is a rich man vision butt a
Poor man prison.
People then lost hope
And stop trying life is a wrong from the start
That’s why you come out yo mama crying….