This is a song about "Trying to help my dad"

Trying to get my thoughts gathered,

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

My dad told them to take me to jail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

But than my dad started to make some choices

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

I'm not moving like a cartoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

My dad going to work and never coming home,

My mama smoked so god damn much

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

Gonna prove to the whole world including my dad

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say