This is a song about "Raised by wolfies"

We were raised by just the very the best we had

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I was raised by god so i gotta tell the truth

Bitch please, my empathy died when the entropy raised

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Raised catholic so i can bless this

'98 i was born and raised partially,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

I just want somebody i can see

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

But they sold jello in the paint

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all