This is a song about "Your godfather"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Baby, you got that super bass

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I'm the godfather with my goodfellas

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Slap a godfather n tell him get me some water

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain