This is a song about "Dad why not call"

But i ain't gonna call girl why don't you get my tone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

And yes i'm genuine that's why you call me antique

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

So any future amends is not my call

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

I'm not saying pops did nothing, cause without a dad you're incomplete.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Why not just regular masturbation