This is a song about "Brock thompson"

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Some niggas ain't got no luck

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

We didn’t even getta choose our mom or dad

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.