This is a song about "Daddy mama san quentin"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

You made me wanna

Would never hit my mama,

Malia family, we the family

Up beside your mommy and daddy

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles