This is a song about "Raised wrong"

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

When i first ever blazed / my thirst level raised

Let me call that hotel

And moms, she raised me well...

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Odin, my father adopted you and raised us both,

But sorry,i was raised like that,

There's crack, there's crack

Even when ya do something wrong,

Haven't seen the world in so long

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

I think where i went wrong.

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Raised catholic so i can bless this

Proves that ignorance is bliss