This is a song about "How my parents raised me"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Raised in the streets , so i tell them mesa made me.

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

And got her room number, you can find me there

Knowing that my parents do not care

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

My parents keep telling me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

But i tell it how it is parents better keep your guard

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard