This is a song about "Ur fathher"

Marijuana smoke doesn't damage ur mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Look it something they can't ever see

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

It's all good, finna dog that

Ur wounds are gnarly and infected

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Ur love was always fake