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

// [but the kid is not my son]

Girls fast how jamaicans run

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My dad told them to take me to jail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Lost ma mother and my brother

See, i like the person that you are

// [but the kid is not my son]

When it's all said and done