This is a song about "Punk nephew"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Even snoop dogg would be ashame to call you nephew

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket