This is a song about "Driving around pa with my niggas"

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes