This is a song about "Sofia was truthful"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

Never thought about what was,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Was was being real with everybody but yet was still hated

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Was loosely associated

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

Complicating the way it all was

Bitch got all them booty shots