This is a song about "Your mum your dad the ones you never had you re adoptes"

My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

// [we're the ones who made you]

Raised by a momma who, who

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Because sometimes your loved ones cant be there beside you,

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

To make karma come faster than she normally will