This is a song about "Father morton"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Maybe, my father would think different!

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father

Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Say bye bye to her

Guess what i'm your father

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Said when i do dirt wit her

I think you fuck yo father,

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

You victims i will kill, i am rap's damn father,