This is a song about "Can t see my family"

To see who gets my voice,to see what they can find,

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

You see my family wasn't poor, we had enough to live,

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I pray for my family

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Or even near to my family

The one who can´t even show a real smile

We about to set this bitch on fire

See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

I be gettin' money

I pray for my family