This is a song about "My worst times"

4-3... yea, remember that please

Shame, some of my worst enemies

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Keep my mind occupied at all times,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/