This is a song about "Dads"

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

And even though most dads think they bossen, y'all are really runnin the

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Puts up with mum and dads crap

The pioneer of the coke rap

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,