This is a song about "The discharge i don t speak of to my parents"

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Tell my parents i'm just melodramatic, that i like to cause havoc

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels