This is a song about "Dad romaine"

Like football your ass smacked dad

The crown ruler is back

No, not bombs over baghdad

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Well its between you and dad

Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack