This is a song about "Anger at your dad"

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Bet i'm heavy with that

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

Now i'm like mommy, dad look at this song we have

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

Centered locked in court, sand isn't it in your anger

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker