This is a song about "Being a father"

Aren't you somethin', an original

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

I'm a crusader with a mission i didn't think he was a father,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Everybody wasted faded, faded

Living a better life than my father did

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep