This is a song about "Gangster father"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

And that i spent the night with her

Do you know yo father,

Living a life harder than a gangster

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Luke im not ur father

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?