This is a song about "Hatred towards dad"

As i rushed towards the hoop i look

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Approaches me, encroaches towards me,

You're very attractive, and notice that

Double penetration with ya dad

Directed towards the agent

But got comma’s in my statement

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

I like my girls skinny with brains

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

Run towards your dreams not towards your fear

Which made me have to wait like leap year