This is a song about "Raised"

Odin, my father adopted you and raised us both,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Get a one-dollar raised and thinks i can’t handle it,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Ay yo you wonder who i are

It was low but now i raised the bar

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Do you see the generation that we've raised,

'98 i was born and raised partially,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money