This is a song about "Fuckin while your dad records"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

Ill break your fuckin ankles

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

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

Please excuse me while i pick up this fuckin pen again

But everybody is a g with the weed in them