This is a song about "Dads birthdy"

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Bitch, they call it motor city

My dads a liability

Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

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

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

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

But my dads a different story

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,