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,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

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

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Story of a young dreamer who was mistook n' then he died...

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Night i need that she comin here right away

Who said its all hard work and no play?