This is a song about "Raised without remodels"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

You're somethin i can't live without

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out

No more, we caked out

I'm something she can't live without

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

How they, play the game to bring pain to us, we're raised,

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

Odin, my father adopted you and raised us both,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

When really all the rough neighborhoods had raised 'em up,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I tell um i was raised like that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black