This is a song about "Having dreams about becoming was good of a man as my father"

That was closest to me having a family

A happy home, that's my fantasy

My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Since when was having dreams a crime?/

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

Pushing in my mama van

Once i knew a good man

Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow