This is a song about "He was too young at 31 that wasn t his fate"

I was so young that all i understood was that

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Friend walks threw the door. but his friend had something else that he was

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

He look at me like "that trill nigga like jigga sitting on his villa"

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

That was destroyed by the elder board as he was being told to leave his home.

My dad gives a brawl, sayin i gotta have good mentals, rap'll make me unknown//

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Short tempered, at one stage he would abuse his wife so their marriage was in vain

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

I just found out that i was adopted at a young age,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,