This is a song about "Dad lastedk"

Twista finna get up on the track

Like football your ass smacked dad

About his god-damn dad, mom, she's here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Won't run out anytime soon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Dad abuses the beer

I wish i could live with no fear

But my dad didnt make it

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad