This is a song about "Trying to leave the slums"

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Cause that's when the mother fucker chose to leave

Know it good when she go no hands

Really i was the one trying to dance

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

I'm steady trying' to find the motive

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I'm trying to echo the tweet i just got from my misunderstand

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

I'm trying to be perfect like i'm joan clever from leave it to beaver.