This is a song about "Being the best father"

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

A toast to the worst father ever,

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Told father the truth about his beloved brother

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Being the best is something you can’t be

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Scum a disgrace to the father,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

My father is the cause of these memories

From the rest, cos your the best of the best

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed