This is a song about "My old address"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

When i was 9 years old i had my humble abode,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

See i was in my room, on my old xbox.

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

In my old school, with the naughty

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Fixing old cracks from my life like paved pavements

10-year-old seeing his mother die is ripping my heart apart.

Want the title but im always fighting under card