This is a song about "Family s have so much problems just no one realises"

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

You bitches just spit so much hate

No time for that so i just have to stay with the beat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

No one hardly escapes from murder, so just put the gun on safety/

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

So much pressure on the poor with financial problems aint that pleasant

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

No you cant, cause im one of a kind, so learn ya place, and just step in line

But yet i have so much to say

And oh, i gotta find my way

A happy family, no more problems leading to a push and shove

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Lv on my luggage

You just tokin so much