This is a song about "Rough upbringing"

Sense good times coming lately ive had it rough

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Rub the wood and ima show em love

But it wasn't enough,they want mo' rough

Young thing said she never been to south beach

He knew my upbringing it sucks to be a leech

Life's tough, ya hot some patches that are rough

And i ain't never plan to be famous

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Rough draft is what i title this

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

They can't take the stress and blaze the cess, streets are rough,

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

You're trapped inside your upbringing, drives you to suicide,