This is a song about "Living with a mean father"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Living with a mininum got me troubled

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I'll rape a beat like a fucked up step father

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

You claim you clap rounds but you must mean with a squirt gun

My talent should take me places i've never been

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed