This is a song about "My life its missed up"

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

"what you want out of life its all up to fucking you"

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Clearly its my fault i know i need to grow up/

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

My already fucked up life

Bring the battering ram where you live

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

I think it's up to us to tell who took a swing and then missed.

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

To live my life because it's

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies