This is a song about "Parent separation"

If we focus on unity instead of separation

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And it's time to make u stand out (separation)

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

I'd raise the infant, like a parent,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

They're puttin us in separation, like a dictated nation,

I was disowned by my parent,and leave alone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

For thinking you were really a parent it makes me sick as fuck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut