This is a song about "Having an affair with your elderly father"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I can't find my direction like an elderly erection

Clever like an elderly professor/in a university lecture

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

Guess what i'm your father

And i ain't frontin for her

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her