This is a song about "I grew up own 71st street my mom and dad was a to five three bad and acohlc"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I grew up with no dad, and that's the root of this behavior,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

But a slave to my own street.

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

I don't lean to alcohol yeah my life was bad and all.

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet