This is a song about "Dad and his 6 kids"

Cause we done did that

Dad comes home skitzing shit

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

It's like 6 pm and his bitch is calling

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

But my dad didnt make it

The master of this rap shit

He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

And i'm raw, fish scale

Then dad payed off my bail

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying