This is a song about "A hard life with dead dad"

Lying dead with my name carved in their arm with a swastika

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

Want the title but im always fighting under card

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

My life is troubling hard life i always holdin a knife can never stop the struggling,

Come with ya gas you’ll leave with a dead crew,

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead