This is a song about "Being beaten by dad"

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

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

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

You aint know yo girl was eaten, you didn't know yo girl beaten by this heathen?

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Believe me i want to achieve it all by being me

Its like surgery being tried by a hospiral nurse

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers