This is a song about "Drum and bass father"

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

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

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Most men don't wanna step up and be the father

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

I heard that loves forever my love gonna be much shorter

What if you saw 'em take your father and rape ya daughter,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

But look at my mother and father