This is a song about "Thugged raised"

And moms, she raised me well...

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I raised the bar and i did it with one hand

Raised catholic so i can bless this

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Difficult circumstances i was raised, i walk funny,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money