This is a song about "Dad on drugs"

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Always on point taking drugs in interval

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

Call me up late while im on drugs

Amen, they say you only live once