This is a song about "When i was a youngin momma beat with the belt every day she asked what i ma do with myself i told her i wanna get rich and get a house up on the hills started juugin for them bands tryna stack a couple mil when i went to school i used to wear the same clo"

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

Fuckin chicks is a rule if my girl think im loyal then that bitch is a fool

The next day i went to the gym to see all my friends making a cake for the school

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

On how when you turned a fuck boy and the same day i turned celibate

For the opportunity to present, i tried to explain myself but started not to give a shit.

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I get up every day and go to school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

I handed her a book and told her she had to pay

Fuck what i wear when i'm lying with them creeps!

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats