This is a song about "Were i cum from"

Of the people that you thought were right from the start,

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Casuse girl i miss what we were

I ran away from truth, lyrics were judgement, the beat was a noose

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Yeh, yeh, yeh coming from a time were

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Then i force them to cum

Magic city tipping them

I just cum so much i'm gonna need a beaker,

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

You were handicapped from birth call it congenital defect,