This is a song about "Dad don t love me"

You don;t thin anymore

Bitch, i was born to ball

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

"it's okay dad we still love you" they said

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that