This is a song about "My daughters"

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

#fish out of #water #slaughter #daughters like i'm #damian #pope

So i solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

After that, i'll come home to a smile on my little daughters face/

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration