This is a song about "Fuck your dad"

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

Fuck your criteria

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

I got something you've been waiting for

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

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

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy