This is a song about "Witness my father died"

My momma is a witness to my greatness

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

My knees on the ground, dear father

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

My father never talks to me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Here i go again, searching for love

Money on my mind as god as my witness

Watching my homie died try to get turf

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Well its done. its over. my wife is gone, she died.

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

I swear i didn't kill them randy is my witness!

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was