This is a song about "Parent s death"

I was the parent now, helped him up and made him smile,

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

S on my chest like a superman vest

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

The master of this rap shit

The outline which you n****s out dated