This is a song about "Not raising my daughters"

Guns blazing, hells raising

I do the right thing

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

So i raising the middle finger

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

I do not take offense he's just raising the bar

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Raising a kid on your own

Be shy when we're all alone