This is a song about "My parents beating me"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Somebody beating me up, and i'm begging for mercy

Well, um, there's a but

Listen to my heart beating up

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

hoe please don't be comical possibility you beating me is improbable,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

My dreams are beating me, life keeps killing me

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Niggas say i'm thirsty , but silent when i got their mom to jerk me, she be beating

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring