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

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

I’m a hustla, baby

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I've raised a flame filled guillotine, just please...remember me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs