This is a song about "Mom trying to rise too kids"

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

You get too big and here they come trying to

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

You get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

I needed to open my eyes and rise,

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

I'm trying to maintain some sanity although i feel too damaged.