This is a song about "My kids"

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

''my raps don't make sense'' you know why??, cause i am rapping with kids

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore

Hi kids, u called for my name? fuck that, im here now don't even try why, why

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!

I wanna feed my babys kids

So here i am at the store for some chips