This is a song about "Working for your dad"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Working for an nonpaying business.

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

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

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

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Just proceeding with your life, working and breeding