This is a song about "Dad going to prison"

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Prison was his future , hes going down

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising

If i go to prison i'll get raped i'm assuming