Dirt In The Ground?

trapped in this muzzle tryin figure out this puzzle
but I tired of trying and livin in this stuggle
tired
and i dont wanna sleep in this puddle
i got my crew, scattered but we stay true,
to what we do,
like a team captin in a basketball huddle
down by thirty but yo fuck its so early
but we made it through the rumbel
and made it to anotherstruggle
at least i did
takin shots beneth the rib,
i mean beneth the rime
basketball carrer seems dime
i feel like jeff with no limbs
so slim
tryin make it past today
yesterday is today that i wont worry about
cauz that was yesterday
its a addiction,
this is my depiction so listen
if its weed or dippin or livin
konvicted am i a convict
dont judge me by the nigga's that im wit


grinding,
understand the meaning,
persepction of a meeting,
im leaving
im sorry but yes i was stealing,
then dealing
but i aint a drug dealer
more like a potato pealer
shot maker game stealer
my life was stolen from me
not intentionally
why was all the misery surronding me
i'd be glad to be
in my car
at the bar
a superstar
so let me
sell my soul
dig this hole
take the dirt and make a ball
see if it will roll
if it does im digging another hole,
your right man them biggins be moles,
i feening for the sticky
so my crew rollin with me
that life was hella icky
cauz my keybord got sticky
besides those facts, im not fat, im a mac,
im employed and on my lac, and aint goin back