This is a song about "Family dynamics"

I make my ceramics with the greatest of my dynamics

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You're one of the family?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

As your family dies, and my family rise

Now i'm missin my family

And they can't see the tragedy

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Or even near to my family

K family, billionaires

I can taste the salt from my tears

But make sure if they do see

And so is this whole family

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I had nobody but my family,