This is a song about "Getting in a fight with my moms boyfriend"

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Get in a fight with freddy and win

And i love your mind and ambition

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

I remember waking to my moms

You pull up in parking lots

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Getting in touch with my mental.

As i light one for ill will