This is a song about "Family life"

Now i'm missin my family

God mc oh my god you gotta see

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

I pray for my family

I pray for my family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

K family, billionaires

I can taste the salt from my tears

Or even near to my family

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Roslanskeet, i'll kill your whole family.

What them tippers don't see

Now i'm missin my family

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Resort to robbin' to feed my family