This is a song about "Bad childhood and abusive dad"

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

Told me whats good and bad

She always comin back

With g's in my pocket

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

They say he's a dead dad and it's,

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Well its between you and dad

When that money calls i holla back

They calling me often to offer me walls

Dad and mom are getting a divorce