This is a song about "Leaving your kids"

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Stuck in a vice, hide your kids and hide your wife

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

If your kids are misbehaving, then it just might be,

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days