This is a song about "Hating you dad"

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

So if you hating on me shut the fuck up.

Watching for the cops that's moving through

And if people hating on you

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Lemme tell you why they hating, cause im fucking hot

While you stay hating yourself inwardly.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You hating you gone get that heat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Easy hating me only make you look sleezy it really