This is a song about "Family man"

Just to go to liv on a sunday

I pray for my family

Or even near to my family

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Now i'm missin my family

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

As your family dies, and my family rise

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

After lebron, i'm what's next

K family, billionaires

This is a message to my family, 'cuz man i made it through too,

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Murder his family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free