This is a song about "Nurture"

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

Let's pretend he was a kid people were able to raise,

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

You're still at the front of the line? dude, get on to the rear

And i leave keeping her within my rear view sight,

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Sleep with dragons, release the kracken, cross breed a savage//

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick