This is a song about "How i raised"

I hate to say,i'm born and raised in kuwait

Real g shit i don't use no cape

I tell um i was raised like that

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

That's how you'd feel if you grew up, was raised in the streets,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

How they, play the game to bring pain to us, we're raised,

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

I worried if i'd pass that, but i raised the bar, and this time kills,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

I was raised by god so i gotta tell the truth

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

When i first ever blazed / my thirst level raised

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die