This is a song about "Dis my nephew"

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

U play dis game but live in dis shit everyday!/

No fiction, mentally dis function,my mind talks why should i mention

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Hustle for dis country money

Fist first, i'll protect my niece or nephew with my knuckle

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

You'd think she'd be used to it, her nephew used to bang too, he who was i came up thru

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space