This is a song about "Tiptoein in my jordans"

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

My territory installed in

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Yow am ridin around in my

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

In my cabriolet

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day