This is a song about "Going fishing with dad"

I be going metal, with the word play

Momma say, you making me lose pay

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Play with fire you're going to get burnt

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

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

Going rogue with rogaine to trak's taint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

My dad been with half of california's women

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one