This is a song about "A abusive dad"

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Chillin' with homies and family

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I've no dad for a good influence,

I never fit in with them light skins

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Then like an abusive husband i'll give you a backhand,call that x-men the last stand

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

And of course, my car's off course