This is a song about "Kids in foster care"

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Shovelin' in my breakfast like i don't care about calories

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Never wait when we out

Kids crying in the background

Word play, word play

A foster mum while they

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

I don't have a care in the world today.

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away