This is a song about "Bitch i hate you dad get out my life"

Jokes aside, i'd slap you but i don't want to get bitch on my hand/

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

When you're hearing i my lines, i know you hate them

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

But wait, what now? i thought i had my life figured out

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Don't want to let you go out of my life

Life is a bitch, but when i write shit, life is my bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Bitch i hope you get gonorrhea

Oh yeah, pops got a visa