This is a song about "Weed and brother fucking my daughters mum"

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

As your daughters kiss the filthy ground i stand and walk upon

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

I got a dollar and a dream

Lookin' for these better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring