This is a song about "A boy who s parents don t like him"

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Cut me off every time im talking

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

The one who can´t even show a real smile

When it comes to spitting that fire

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Lady g, willy b in time

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

So tell me why are we at war

You don;t thin anymore