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

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

// [but the kid is not my son]

White with a badge or anyone

Ok i hear you talkin

// [but the kid is not my son]

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

My dad told them to take me to jail

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win