This is a song about "To many begs"

Cops came to our house many times

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

My family influences me to rap in so many different way

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

Whilst many struggle to pay their rents, boris is 100 percent bent,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

World's got problems, way too many for me to list em/

How many verses i gotta murder to,

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

So many problems inside pretending to stand tough

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love