This is a song about "Working for your dad"

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

Working for an nonpaying business.

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Just proceeding with your life, working and breeding

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Seas/ i always fought for my dad/ har'ram fighting for the only