This is a song about "Crime and bad child hoods"

Now you got me hopped up on that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Now walk to it with your land mind

And no bitch you're not with child,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Every time you rhyme shit so bad its considered a fucking crime,

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

This is like love, that you can never get

And that child support still isnt paid yet

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Pay my haters not too much mind

And i'm still considered a child