This is a song about "Beating from dad"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

Perceive the surgical procedure. mechanical beating,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

What, what ... project shit what

Listen to my heart beating up

Now this is what i call an evening

Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Like football your ass smacked dad

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Beating the boring and banal

Baby, you know who you are