This is a song about "Raisin"

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Carlton's amazin, eat this beat like a raisin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Me i'm raisin it/see you lack the style that had for awhile/

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

If it was up to me, you'd be raisin my kid/

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Remember me cause im the a survivor of the hell raisin grounds/

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Im raisin the bar, ya gna be needing a neck noose,