This is a song about "Toy named troy lived in detroit"

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

We never lived in one place we roamed.

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I don't know how i lived so long without her in my life

Before my grandmother died in the trailer we lived in

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

And i see the same bible named freak in valiente.