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

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Im trying not to loose my fucking head

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Trying to help the race, at a drastic pace, not make it poorer

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

People are starving, you talking bout balling

Boring, trying to write, banging my head, snoring

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail