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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Than your fuckin husband

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Get the fuckin ra after your

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

While she colors her big brother and mother and dad