This is a song about "Grew up with no dad"

See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

I grew up there what a looser,

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

This is for the kids who grew up with nothing

Got that deep love

Grew up in the basements

As he grew up he got more confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You is not hip then i can not coach her

When i grew up i was like "whatever"

Because they grew up with you and there friendships true,

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you