This is a song about "About my dadddy"

Audience off, when i talk about my intrinsic

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

To worry about me and my bro steven

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

You're very attractive, and notice that

Wasn't mine, but that's enough about my shit

Got it on lock, you just locked out

Flow on my wavelength catch what im about

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

Braggin about my area 51 laminate

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit