This is a song about "Daddy mama san quentin"

"sorry bitch, i have to leave you", "please don't daddy",

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

We're lookin out for your babies mama

I made her my baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

I make songs about shit for attention

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Up beside your mommy and daddy