This is a song about "Black dads"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

But i still rap like a black

I don't want it on my back

Top dropped down, black on black

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

And even though most dads think they bossen, y'all are really runnin the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

To their backs and attract the black on black

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

When im happy people call me laughy, i try to have fun in my dads ol' caddy,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see