This is a song about "Dad on drugs"

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

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

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

And i'm not currently on drugs so it's just the truth i'm saying

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Foolishly took to drugs, a newly shook thug doped up on stuff like ecstasy

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love