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

To make jokes sound fun, im not one to rap about guns, but if i had one,

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

But i'm not gonna pretend to be nice, so fuck this kid...

// [but the kid is not my son]

I want to fight the music on this one

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

But i kid you not don't mess with me