This is a song about "Talking about family bad stuff"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And talking about experience in living (or bitching)

Double m self made we forever rich

For talking shit about the bitch

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Talk about stabbing me and putting my family in a coffin,

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Just me and you in our own world talking about pressure

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm breathing for a purpose

Talking about big love

Too bad, that's the beer talking

She all on my skin

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it