This is a song about "Raped and gave birth at 13 pregnant at 15 called whore and got haters"

Bullets erupt at all my haters who don't know when to quit

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

You said he raped you and i got all mad and i was laughed at

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Some whore got high off a ses and choked, well that's stunning,

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

Part of me though, is searching for answers

For sure, you were made special at birth.

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

And shots at the niggas that got away

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I could have you raped, beaten and covered in blisters

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

If you try to give it to me at the door