This is a song about "Breaking up with your girl"

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

You can be me with your girl, but she playing son

Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Hooking up with the girl that was skinny and goofy you ask

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

(what up dad?) do you remember breaking into our house?

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

With your girl i call her my dome bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I sleep with two pillows, in hope that your girl shows

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck