This is a song about "Dad i hate you for what you done"

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

(what up dad?) do you remember buying food for yourself?

So for now on you call me "big dad-dy"

Let me rideuntil i get free

Fuck fame, fuck money

Have you done shit for me?

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

You hate this damn, an attack drummed, off-#key, to no effects done.

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Say what? you thought that i was done?

So i done do that, and i ask you guess what?

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

(what up dad?) do you remember the birthdays you missed out?

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that