This is a song about "His princess"

From the womb, my newborn child

His thoughts disorganized

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

His conscience can take him to his grave

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

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

And i'm a just take another guess

You said i was your little princess