This is a song about "Dead father"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Do you know yo father,

Even when my dreams are dead

My voice make her wet

Give us this day, our daily bread

Boom! now that she is dead

I got something you've been waiting for

But black kids come home to no father,

That rap is mostly dead/

Im trying to see her in bed

You victims i will kill, i am rap's damn father,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Maybe, my father would think different!

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Bait baby, wait baby

My father never talks to me