This is a song about "Fuck my dad"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

My dad been with half of california's women

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

I put some cash in ya pocket

But my dad didnt make it

So she kisses the stars

You can guess where my dad was

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

You remind me of my dad, reminding me of my mistakes