This is a song about "Fuck her dad"

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

Fuck a dad, if he loved me he would care about what i loved

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Cos it reminds her of her dad helps her rewind the time

Fuck her so hard and make her pray for more

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

As she approached the door, her dad was right in front of her,

Left her to fuck your momma

You made me wanna

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,