This is a song about "A hard young life no money and dad who died from over dose and mom who goes to jail"

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And who stands over there, across the board there goes a donkey

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Or a mom who didn’t even know how to add

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

For 9 years in spain had the time share

As to who owns this and who goes where

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness