This is a song about "Dealing with poverty and never seeing my mom and rapping fast"

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

And that's how my story ends: my mom died

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

My mom and pops didn't want me

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

Bawled my fucking eyes out and i dont think that im seeing/

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

The past goes by so fast and it never last

My parents went away on a week's vacation and