This is a song about "Support for individuals and families in need"

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

And im sending families threw the same and shit

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Go run and hide your families

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

In disguise/ my families true lives is what i despise/ if you hear how i cry / you

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,

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