This is a song about "Emotional neglected"

Marijuana toking, cigarette smoking, neglected by life, reflected my emotions towards a knife,

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Used to be neglected, now im the one who call shots

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

You can disown him or stone him

Corrected, neglected, even

Beautiful that you wouldn't expect it, not respected, and felt neglected,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

An emotional bruisin' that leaves you to yourself in seclusion