This is a song about "Hating dads"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Separated, me from the ones that was hating

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

I think i know why are haters are hating

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

This goes out to anybody still hating

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

While you stay hating yourself inwardly.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I know the road i'm taking

I say u jus keep hating