This is a song about "Be mine and not his"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

But the note in his hand can not be ignored

And i should not be woken

I don't trust no one

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Was mine and my design,

If this is the right time

Hold up yea we the best

And we may not be perfect

Don't be stupid and look through his disguise

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

And i should not be woken

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Lyrics his only friend, his brain could be let loose with that paper and pen

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men