This is a song about "Carbon family"

Third ward general, young cash money

Roslanskeet, i'll kill your whole family.

We're living in a fantasy

With friends and family

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

As your family dies, and my family rise

Not gonna lie we're not happy family

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Or even near to my family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

You're one of the family?

I thought you were family

Looking at your money