This is a song about "Custody case"

And make me end up like the 16th street baptist church case

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Fire's burnin' up my heart, and no broken case

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Driving my car to a foreign place

And then i look in my trophy case,