This is a song about "Barrie to"

Raised by a momma who, who

Trying to get to you

What preceded was the clue

Now you have to bury me to!

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

You need to stick to balling

To complain to him or her

To move along, it's even harder

Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch

Stressin to become the first in my fam to go to college/

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

To stay true to the crew

Lets come up to my city

To what was suppose to be

To beat or not to beat/

Seein' dreams in they sleep