This is a song about "Dad dont carw about me"

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

And now that i’m getting money

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I dont give a fuck about nothing slut!

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

You remind me of my dad, reminding me of my mistakes

Its over now, but dont worry about me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

But you all dont know what im about

You dont know about me

I'd done stacked many