This is a song about "My dad did alot of beer"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Your nigga are behind me, am lead with alot of gap

You remind me of my dad, reminding me of my mistakes

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

You a buster talking alot of shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

And never should you tear

Dad abuses the beer

Cause i tend to talk, alot of shit

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

No evidence of what dad did to her, she cleaned up the blood stain

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

It takes work and alot of dedication to make history,