This is a song about "My worst times"

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

My wicked rhymes, i told you to stop three times.

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

But it's the worst tune for my picture, a verse soon

Or closed casket for our troubles

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Cause i was livin out my worst fears

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

That's something i wouldn't wish on my own worst enemy

That's something i wouldn't wish on my own worst enemy.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

What is my mission? i've been asked many times

I write about times in my life when shit goes bad

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that