This is a song about "Honestly i hate how tell me to do"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

I really don't know how to tell you this shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

But now to me frank honestly

Fuck that now trying get the money

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Tell i never do such things but never believes me

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Low income no bills getting paid

Why do people have to hate

But honestly i hate how they spend no time with us

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus