This is a song about "Going to my aunties"

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

Bring me fame, maintain all the weed that's going to my brain.

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

My dad going to work and never coming home,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I apologized a trillion times

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Is going to pay / on that day ill react with zero thoughts on my brain/ bloody