This is a song about "Fathers not being there"

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Guess i cant be me or not being me

Malia family, we the family