This is a song about "Diss to my dad"

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Gonna prove to the whole world including my dad

Then dad payed off my bail

Naija guy like wale

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Because this record is only to diss

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

It'll last for all these crazy days

I shot my dad in the face