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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

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

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

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

I just pray for my father in jail.

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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

// [but the kid is not my son]

So next time i come, i'll bring you one