This is a song about "Hate for my dad"

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

No room for love, just consumed by hate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

My dad will pay for harvard, i'm retarded, started back again,

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

My dad been with half of california's women

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen