This is a song about "Deadbeat dad"

Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Know i just call it head phone

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Then dad payed off my bail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Thought you would never let me down, dad?

You, you, you have to pay for that

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that