This is a song about "Drum and bass father"

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash