This is a song about "Going fishing with dad"

My dad been with half of california's women

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

No longer gonna try to tell dad shit, i'm done with it

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

Didn't want dad to go though, no point in him going anyway

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

That burden's on my soul as long i exist