This is a song about "My dope raps"

To my unborn child

I smoke dope, it slows my mind

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

While my rhymes are still dope 'n' frightening

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

We getting money, you can face the facts

Living out of bags

And even worse my raps

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

My day ones, the same ones that i pass the dope

They were my influence to write dope,hard,emotional raps every day

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

Nice flow / my minds dope

I fucking hate this job