This is a song about "Loving your kids"

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

They fucking me and loving me

But am i less holy

If your kids need anything,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Your kids head isn't tuned... correctly