This is a song about "Not going to wolf ridge"

I'm not going to swing at your weak-ass pitches

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Not to keep going for me but for the liquor

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Hoping to wake and realize that you're not going to show and say

Going nowhere, not ever achieving,

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Im not going to want your sympathy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Let my angel sing

And we try to keep going

But im not leavin im going to grab ur son from elementary school,

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,