Why

It's like my life keeps turning around Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound My thoughts are always foggy, they blurring right now listen I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work Girls walk with they brain in their skirt So while you're fucker, they thinking Of ways to get even, or a way out the hood, they make up a reason For the judge, for you take him and see him Until you face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor So be careful, where you skating through this game Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain That's just the rules and regulations of the game When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so.. If not, those wolves aiming where you layinAnd waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it And their girls really want it, plus I'm frontin Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket Fuck it