This is a song about "Nicole my real mom had me at 16 and set me up and fucked my life up"

I'm everything that they call nice

My already fucked up life

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

My mom and pops didn't want me

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

My life is almost as fucked up as your mind is.

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Well, wait; won’t my mom get mad at me?

It's me and my crew up there, but maybe a couple others,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Hook me up to a chair and watch as my brains fry,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

But me and my mom poor all at the very same time