This is a song about "Dead beat dad"

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

And i got that bait, they all bad

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Cause you looking like maxes dad

If i die before i wake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Whats a daughter without her dad

Well its between you and dad

The door crack, niggas all black