This is a song about "Life the struggle no dad or tweker mom or money"

No one seems to know my struggle or where i come from,

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

It will be the end or start of new life

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Your mom and dad on the list,so i make the tryst,

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Or a mom who didn’t even know how to add

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'