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

And there's no way i can pay you back

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

No car key and i mean that

Mum and dad dintnt like it

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Not likely like stay long please

My childhood was full of bad memories

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

And not deprive me of my childhood,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

While she colors her big brother and mother and dad