This is a song about "Drug addict mother dead father struggle children"

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

So flee this beef children,

So now she picks up the gun

Now thats the fucking struggle

The world is so typical

Is on the sister or brother, or the father or mother,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Wish i could make ma(bro) ma father a king, and my mother a queen

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

But i'm still living life dead mother-fucking broke