This is a song about "Drunk trying to rap"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

Waking up at night to a hollering drunk throwing provoking feelings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Well i was trying to write a rap to, well, amaze you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Still, trying to spit rhythmic lyric,

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

And if you ain't heard me properly

Trying to catch me riding dirty