This is a song about "Dads"

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

When im happy people call me laughy, i try to have fun in my dads ol' caddy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Twista finna get up on the track

Puts up with mum and dads crap

But my dads a different story

Now i know a lotta styles, some see