baby mama drama, every day it's something different she bitchin bout no food in fa kitchenn how she ain't getting no attentionnigga really going thru it bad really flash n a nigga really get on ya ass bust yo shxt and smoke some gas n all these downfalls and Ls i gotta surpass for tha Love of dis Bagg my son gon braggg about how his pops is the shxt like dam why his pockets Always thick cuz im built like a brick and keep a bliccc streets don fcked up a young nigga mind cant sleep toss n turn my right hand on my 9 eating sleep fa dinner with a bankroll don't let that go ova ya mind posted up promise myself im shine and give my Son whats his and then Mines times that times 10 do it again forgive me Father God if he step in my way cuz gotta spin and that's another sin Heart burning cold nights pockets wasn't right all i had was some weed n my pole fishing out dem plays in da cold made me fell in Love with them bankrolls to put that on My son to never have em Fold