This is a song about "Me being a good kid but my dad is in jail and my brother somkes weed"

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

// [but the kid is not my son]

And get on down with this thc vision

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

My destiny is my own and my past is but a memory serving to remind me,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

But tupac got shot and cost my dad more than a dime

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

My dad gives a brawl, sayin i gotta have good mentals, rap'll make me unknown//

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

But if you think a brother wants a kid, its a misconception,