This is a song about "Do dad"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Whats a daughter without her dad

Dad comes home skitzing shit

The dead society of a poet

When that money calls i holla back

Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad

Then dad payed off my bail

Just like that... wale

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

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do