This is a song about "My parents want the best of my sold another pound"

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

Now i never did chores but of course my parents divorced,

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Here trying to impress,but my raps suppress,notin short of the best,

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need