This is a song about "Being held at a gunpoint"

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

But thats the life of a human being

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

I put the nigga in his casket

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

At the thought of being popular

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Little nighas talk they shit but never held up a barrel

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Moral of the story has a deep with held meaning,

And she would do anything for everything

A childhood being depressed,

And i ain't never left