This is a song about "Fam"

Since we begin, i'm a twisted man, my fam will never understand my plans.

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I love all the beef so please fam i beg you,

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Its snake, whew fam, does that ring a bell?

Stressin to become the first in my fam to go to college/

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

When i'm taking a wrong turn my fam puts me straight,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I rep the 732 but the fam shit is new to me