This is a song about "Dad on drug ice"

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

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

Your mom and dad on the list,so i make the tryst,

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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