This is a song about "Dad and love"

I'm on my own shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

While she colors her big brother and mother and dad

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

And dad came home ready to take a life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad