This is a song about "Sexual abuse and ghetto"

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Yet i take out on rap and abuse beats

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

As prolific and as active as can be, fiend, abuse it,

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores