This is a song about "Fuck dad"

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Thought you would never let me down, dad?

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

This is why her nigga mad

Double penetration with ya dad

Ain't recieved any mail

Then dad payed off my bail

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

To get them niggas while they laid back

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad