This is a song about "Being a dad"

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

Translation cause my life is too sweet

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad

? all white but the phantom is all black