This is a song about "His daughter wasnt on mind"

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

But he keeps on neglecting his daughter

How bout we blow this bit

To help him get his mind off it

His father lost his mind, and they both lost there mother.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And take his daughter i bought her make him witness dirty slaughter

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

All i really know is that i gotta master flow, police throw me on the ice then i wasnt so nice,

Born to teare mics an blast sites with trife, lyrical conductors no need to speak it twice,

Sittin' in the back with a mind like his

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

But what about your daughter?

I pipe in and one night her

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow