This is a song about "About my dadddy"

About to get hit with my meat cleaver

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Because i see right through your disguise

If i told you about my sex life

Audience off, when i talk about my intrinsic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

And stressed... about my white past

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

Marijuana leasing all about my business

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush