This is a song about "Growing up with a little sister and a single mom"

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

How do you expect, a broke single mom to feed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Eternally infernal heated up like a single kernel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

Pockets probably like fried food

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Come with me and we’ll have a little talk

Yeah i'm cashing out, i'm all madden dog

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.