This is a song about "Welfare and child support and food stamps"

Thats what child support did,

Doja was four hundred

Child support and welfare

They tryin to say that i don't care

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked

Cause my mother let me do what i want