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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

When moms held me down in a lock from a gripper

Almost took his life but my moms stopped the fight,

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

And never get with me again in a fight.

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

With these macs i've got a bad habit