This is a song about "Dad wasn t there"

Come get some, you little bum

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Sneak up on attack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad