This is a song about "A kid who is kicked and gets hurt by his family he grows up to be a warrior"

Don't assume i'm a bad guy, who gets to decide

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

He's a warrior and laborious

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Translation cause my life is too sweet

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.