This is a song about "Dads dead"

That rap is mostly dead/

My god come before this bread

But my dads a different story

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Puts up with mum and dads crap

But i muscle rap

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

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

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red