This is a song about "Henry s mum"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

The outline which you n****s out dated

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Bet i get like 8 of them

I care for you more than my mum

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

A foster mum while they

And all of that was okay