This is a song about "Bad dads"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

When im happy people call me laughy, i try to have fun in my dads ol' caddy,

Or let the mob handle that

Puts up with mum and dads crap

You got reason to brag

I used my rhymes for bad

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

She was wet off the bat

Times aren't always that bad

See i let my nigga split that

That's why it sucks so bad

There's crack, there's crack

That affected you so bad