This is a song about "Families"

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

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

When all i see are safe places, upper middle class families,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

And let there families torture you endless,

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

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

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

It creates dead members of families

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Go run and hide your families

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect