This is a song about "Fucking your dad"

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Like football your ass smacked dad

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

I hate your fucking guts.

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs