This is a song about "Families"

And let there families torture you endless,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

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

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

But i apologize for not walking you around

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Go run and hide your families

Get your families clean in quarantine,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean