This is a song about "Beat on by my dad"

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Got beat by my mother because i told her a man touched me/

Then dad payed off my bail

Ain't recieved any mail

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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