This is a song about "My dad getting shot by a glock never knowing him and running the streets"

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Me and bro came out with the truth, dad didn't give him the boot?

My mom and dad don't love me, never got along

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

And with him by my side

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock