This is a song about "Daughter getting her driver s license and feeling free"

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Women who killed who her daughter and said "wasn't me"

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

My daughter sees it, says her innocent words to escape,

Fuck it, im leaving

Getting the lebron feeling

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

She step away and that's when i see my daughter

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Blah! they're dead and joined the same death bed as their daughter,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for