This is a song about "She s my god daughter"

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Money ain't a thing

My god he's amazing

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I'll be cursing tha law

My god has the biggest jaw