This is a song about "Fuck my dad"

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Sb nike's, with the grey box

You can guess where my dad was

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Gonna prove to the whole world including my dad

The feds slower than a can pouring

And sure enough my dad came one morning

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

My girl said fuck off dad hes my man and im about to fuck his wiener,

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

My dad been with half of california's women