This is a song about "Family camp"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Fuck that now trying get the money

Murder his family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Or even near to my family

I can smell it when i go outside

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Let me rideuntil i get free

With friends and family

I thought you were family

Third ward general, young cash money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I had nobody but my family,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Or even near to my family