This is a song about "Death in the family"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

The path to success served in a golden platter for me thanks to ma family

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Mobbing with the homies and family

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties

Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace

Hopin' that my niggas see

You're one of the family?

Im staring death straight in the face

Say you through will all my foul ways

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try

In the times,im only trynna get get on the grind, cuz the family strugglin so i