This is a song about "They right"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Whats wrong is right, they have no doubts

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

They couldn't find or muster the right words to use

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

They fly, right beside my eyes

My children flew right by and damn, they look so fly.

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And they believe us, because i know when it’s all not right

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

They feel right, these lyrical miracles 'cause i feel like

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Holding a candy or knife that decides their lives that's right they get to

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

They know anyway. he took that shot right down his throat asked for more as his

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service