This is a song about "Dysfunctional families"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Nobody even bother to take a second to realize about their families

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Families legal ties/ yesss i can finally see this with my eye's/ blinded by blood

What am i talking about you knew fore i was born, that jodi's families

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Wonder where your families gone..

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

Go run and hide your families

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

In disguise/ my families true lives is what i despise/ if you hear how i cry / you

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Dysfunctional membrane, louder jet been, under the radar not seen

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,