This is a song about "Dirty whore tune fish sandwiches big britches"

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

So fuck life to all those whore

Who did it before

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

But she’s a slut she’s whore

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than