This is a song about "His"

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

This is to my unborn child

His thoughts disorganized

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Ultimately his decision,

Catch you up on places i've been

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Took his head n' beckoned his mind