This is a song about "Dad"

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Double penetration with ya dad

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

We didn’t even getta choose our mom or dad

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

It shows i know a bit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab