This is a song about "Parent break ups"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

(8 second instrumental break)

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I'm no parent they should watch over their kid

A do clown that foxtrot break

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)