This is a song about "Hating my father"

I remember what my father said

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

My father is the cause of these memories

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I'm going through so much, my own father is my enemy

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

In my room thinking why are haters are hating

Your xbox is my new playstation,with you she stay hating

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Every wednesday when my father got home tho