This is a song about "Girl raised without a father"

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Living a better life than my father did

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Thats keith and actualluy kaarnage raised in a barn bitch

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me

Another day and now another way forward without you girl.

After i saw his body, i swear i was gonna hurl

Your a horse without a saddle

As i light one for ill will

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

You never had a father in ya life but you raised a man/