This is a song about "Dead beat dads"

Boom! now that she is dead

Like sally mae on college debt

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

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

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

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

My god come before this bread

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I just murdered off this beat, man i guess it's dead,

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet