This is a song about "Dead beat fathers"

One day a bed

You all should be fukn dead

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Nobody ain't own us yet

That rap is mostly dead/

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Fathers mistreat em or never show, the world deceives them

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

5 fathers of rap n.w.a should teach you how to rap.nasty little spittle.

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional