This is a song about "Diss to my dad"

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

She all on my skin

Thats what my dad was doing

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

We never tattle, let god handle that

Gonna prove to the whole world including my dad