This is a song about "Fucking your dad"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Have your dad and fuckin gramps, catch a mutherfuckin cramp

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

On your fucking penis depot

Call me whatever joe

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

We fuckin' it up this summer

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Your mom and dad on the list,so i make the tryst,

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist