This is a song about "Dad you trippin"

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I'll flip it hard not soft when you trippin and tryin to spit it.

Dad always loved you, never really liked you though

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Never trippin over bitches you type that's kissing ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Well its between you and dad

Whether teddy or pat

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

I emit confusion with my whit i'll have you trippin, help i've sunken