This is a song about "Bad childhood and abusive dad"

My bitches fuck me good

Towards my young childhood

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

To my brain/ i chose to refuse/ couldn't take the abusive/

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

My childhood was full of bad memories

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Flo flo flow bad dad catch a cab hoe in my habitat

Goddamn, the boy's back

Well its between you and dad