This is a song about "Dead dads"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

You could say i'm friends with fred

Do you want to end up dead?!

You all should be fukn dead

She don’t give her nigga head

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

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

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 when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

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

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

I work hard for everything i get

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,