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

Don't give a fuck, litter life

Girl back up and give a high five

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad