This is a song about "Swisha made her fader"

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Tears in her eyes made him realise

The smoking && injuries made mom's lungs weak && her body hurt

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

She was a bad bitch, i made her go low

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

I made up my mind, on 24th august i was gonna tell her.

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Maybe it was the cold, the snow and rain that made her feel pain

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

I made her ball hard, poured her some vodka renard blondey leotard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart