This is a song about "Belive in yourself for your kids"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

They bringing me fish and chips

But i belive in abortions,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

You sell yourself for better jobs

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

For a fact, you might lose yourself

This is for the kids who live in ghettoes and their broken homes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife