This is a song about "The fam"

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

When i'm taking a wrong turn my fam puts me straight,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

I love all the beef so please fam i beg you,

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Fam 2s me a blem, dishonor on the jakes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Money got my fam going back words

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Back when shelby had that timberwood, off the fam good

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look