This is a song about "Pray for me im trying my best struggling i know i can make it rapping"

That's why i'm makin' money

I know my brothers would die for me.

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

I dont even know my own head but im sure it dont lie to me,

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

I go for my personal best

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

So what i do for the people i give it all my best

I'm struggling to brake free and make a break for it quickly

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

''my raps don't make sense'' you know why??, cause i am rapping with kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Is it me or is it you?i dont have a clue,all i know we die trying