This is a song about "Mum being stressed out"

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Bet i'm heavy with that

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Streched, skin pulled out, it's limits being met, but don't fret

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

To yearn for what you set out to be, they won't stop covering you up, being shady.

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,