I use to talk about these type of people, but now even I've submitted to this evil.

I have a chain on, one silver three gold. Posted on Instagram with a gun to show no matter what's to these streets I'm bold.

Cash on my face like it's a phone, you'd be surprised to know there's nothing in the inside of my home.

Post to show the girls I have and the guys praise me and say they see no end, but did I forget to mention that I have a girlfriend?

My insecurities are covered with all the high end designer fashion, I say this lifestyle is to be forever, to be honest it's not lasting.

But I try my hardest to hide all the pain I have inside, as strong as I seem, the weakest part of me is pride.

But I'm in too deep, everything I have to have it. So it's no wonder by the age of nine-teen I have a meeting with a casket.