This is a song about "How much kids are brainwashed"

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

4 kids later damn how you do that

The door crack, niggas all black

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Carefree i don’t need the stress

How much i stabbed and press.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Look how much we've grown apart

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

About how much i can't be without you,

How much potential i have, it's confirming/

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

No matter how much good you do

My home girl told me i got an issue