This is a song about "Making my stepmom moan and making her tits hard"

All you did was try to eradicate my sight making me see only black and white/

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

This is to my unborn child

Making things hard to find

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Rap on rappad i had fun making it and i worked really hard on it ! prop if you enjoyed it

Fuck your rumor i'm back, me and my boys making this a camaraderie

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree