This is a song about "Going fishing with dad"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

You couldn't drop a decent line even if you we're fishing

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Going rogue with rogaine to trak's taint

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

With you going through more terrible times.

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Me and bro came out with the truth, dad didn't give him the boot?

All my niggas get together to gather loot

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Going with the beat and i'm feeling euphoria

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Dad was old he cant keep up with the pace