This is a song about "Raised without role models"

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Baby all i do is rap

But sorry,i was raised like that,

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Tryin hard to hide my face

That's my old days role plays

But they sold jello in the paint

And now the bar has been raised

It to others got two role models aka brothers

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers