This is a song about "Hating my dad"

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

But my dad didnt make it

In my room thinking why are haters are hating

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And through the years ive been steadily hating my peers

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And her smile lit up the room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut