This is a song about "Drum and bass father"

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

To mother and to my father, 'cuz this is dedicated to you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

See the devil in me, it's essential in this rap game that you got potential

Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayniggas doin' life

And americanized/ tried to make me hate my father and live

Your addiction and your father, yeah i'll take it all away

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat