This is a song about "Bad life with a pregnant teenager"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Face the facts, that i gotta start with a bad finance

Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Like a handless teenager fapping, was napping where'd i go wrong

Just a girl with nothing but a bad ass flow.

People love hodgy i hate you though

When you're reachin' your dreams

And a bad one with two degrees

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,