This is a song about "Money fun girls a kid but not kidish"

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Too afflicted to stop but too conflicted to not it's just too fun/

But he's not civil, atb'll make your girls ass jiggle

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

// [but the kid is not my son]

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

// [but the kid is not my son]

And when it's said and done

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

I can't remember much but i was always sad as a kid.