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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Your next on my list so see you soon kid

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

No stopping me though, better believe yo, my morale just increases so, shut the fuck up

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Pass through, me and kid freestyle in my room,