This is a song about "I be i the crib son"

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Just pray to the lord, and you'll be just fine, son.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

Oh fuck, i remember i forgot yout son, he was hiding in the closet right,

We have nothing in common

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Why the fxck i let you in my crib, im so delirious

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

This is why i have trust issues son

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

White with a badge or anyone

I don't want your fucking votes son