This is a song about "Dad t"

This is d j t j's sequel

This is the root of all evil

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

You don;t thin anymore

You ain't gotta worry no more

Until the end of time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Know what i do: manufacturing crack