This is a song about "Dad on drug ice"

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I was like six without a clue or a doubt, come on now tell me (what up dad?)

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'm walking on the ice, man need a traction, think twice

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

I'm like a drug addict that is on cocaine,i'm insane in the brain,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner