This is a song about "Dad on drug ice"

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

I'm walking on the ice, man need a traction, think twice

As your family dies, and my family rise

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit