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

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

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Or let the mob handle that

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

That end of my childhood