This is a song about "Dad fucking a children"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

They say he's a dead dad and it's,

It's no longer a new jack city

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

It's evil, people feel like they're stuck in a system, moms clutching their children

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Children who actually have a life worth living for,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor