This is a song about "I was adopted"

I was convinced that rap was the shit, and i was sold/

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

It's trife enough to make you wish you was adopted

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

I said i was done with the dissing, and i was but something was missing

Cause he just came home off of bid

I was told i was cold hearted

I was born to rap, i was born for that

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

I was never fake, i was just too good to be true

I remember when i was little, i was always afraid

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Home was never sweet when i was there