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

Than the muse of a family

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

Where they find me, 16 on death row

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I'm my own human being and i wish you could be seeing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Now you got me hopped up on that