This is a song about "Family troubles"

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

Or even near to my family

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Murder his family

It ain't hard to make money

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Third ward general, young cash money

Now i'm missin my family

The troubles in the system have arisen, i must share,

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I thought you were family