This is a song about "Dad sucks"

Double penetration with ya dad

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Or let the mob handle that

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

It sucks when your competition aint much

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Well its between you and dad

This is why her nigga mad

Thought you would never let me down, dad?

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

For all you that say my grammar sucks

We vegetables, on them record labels

Like football your ass smacked dad

So i'm one with that