This is a song about "Being a dad"

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

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

You're very attractive, and notice that

It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

Could i make you my baby

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit