This is a song about "Family guy"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Or even near to my family

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

As your family dies, and my family rise

Im just that type of guy

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I pray for my family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Trying to become i.t guy

That's why i'm makin' money

Or even near to my family

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I wanna be the guy

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Even passing out that eminem guy