This is a song about "Son and dad i dont lik you"

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

But i dont have that answer and you know that is true,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

You and your brother got dreams?i dont care

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

I dont even know you, and i am fed

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

I don't want you to have my permit yet