This is a song about "I am no asset you almost killed me alot"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

To say you beat me is to say you did alot

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I am fucking everybody rapping against me, fuck you all if you diss me

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

I fuckin survive bitch i am alive you whore no ammunition i am surprised

Through this just for you just as you sacrificed alot for me what a deal it would

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

The things i cherished killed me and left me airless