This is a song about "My ex stopping me see my kid"

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Me and my nigga kid, sometimes we talk each other kickin',

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

If it was up to me, you'd be raisin my kid/

Now music is my passion... stopping me is beyond too late,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Me and my nigga kid, sometimes we talk each other kickin',