This is a song about "I m a street kid"

God better forbid that i have a kid,

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But i was a stupid little kid

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

I was a sick kid, seroquel my prescription.

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

After party crib full of broads all naked

I have a father, he didn't leave me as a kid