This is a song about "Brock thompson"

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

We didn’t even getta choose our mom or dad

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

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

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

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Twista finna get up on the track

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

Dad comes home skitzing shit