This is a song about "A man who watches his son battle methamphetamine addiction"

A man should be in his on world

But i murder him first

Self inflicted, stuck in a cycle of addiction

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

And be a man on who his family can rely

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

It's hard trying to lose a drug or drinking addiction

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Instead having a bad addiction

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

This is a battle n who wins is who dares