This is a song about "Being a dad"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Whats a daughter without her dad

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

They say he's a dead dad and it's,

I believed in a higher being.

I was born to do the damn thing

By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

But thats the life of a human being

Straight g thing, double m g thing