This is a song about "Drum and bass father"

Shit i can put snare and bass with nothing else and still get more props than yo ass,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Could i be the same one who came from a far away life

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

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

But look at my mother and father

Impressed with my pimp posture