This is a song about "Putting ads on my website"

I'm disgusted i'm nauseating, your on the wrong website kid

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

You really think people on this website feel you?

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

We getting money, you can face the facts

My city's culture to the game now in existence

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Seeing the world got me putting shit on my shoulders