This is a song about "Going fishing with dad"

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

My dad going to work and never coming home,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

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

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Going rogue with rogaine to trak's taint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste