This is a song about "Getting your daughter back"

Because your shit is getting me full,

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

I run up in your spot getting invasive

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

After getting your ass repeatedly handed to me.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

These voices become your conscious getting louder everyday.

So im'ma stand at your back

Sneak up on attack

Toss your daughter in the water like a lamb to the slaughter,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Cant stand your whore daughter

I pipe in and one night her