This is a song about "Dad s money"

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Cause you looking like maxes dad

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Top dropped down, black on black

Like wheres erick at (dad?)