This is a song about "If"

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

If he's going to record, if wants to diss me or if were cool

If i'm not that shit dissolve

And i'm still hurtin over pops

These shows be packing tight

If you can't handle the fight,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Toss it if the cops advance.

Look it something they can't ever see

If they were humans then probably

Sorry if i'm to loud

We know we always out

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

They wonder if that pays enough, if they knew, they'd adjust,