This is a song about "Dad s"

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Women front, they get its cold

S queezys very bold

Cause you looking like maxes dad

It's all good, finna dog that