This is a song about "Drug addict mother dead father struggle children"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

But look at my mother and father

Look, another day another dollar

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

All the innocent little children

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

I know i'm a skinny white boy who raps like a drug addict

Can’t you see just how long my run

As i christen your children