This is a song about "Diss to my dad"

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

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

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Don't want to be the king

Thats what my dad was doing

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

My dad i wished i had / soon he's to die and soo am i / the day god takes