This is a song about "Hate dad"

Why do people have to hate

At an extremly alarming rate

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Its the things that i hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

One night love: i'mma need that

Dad comes home skitzing shit

But my dad didnt make it

Wit my kin that i came in wit

There's crack, there's crack

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,