This is a song about "His"

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

He won't run away with his tail between his legs

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

That's why his father won't give him his time

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy