This is a song about "Help my dad"

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

I'm not moving like a cartoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

You remind me of my dad, reminding me of my mistakes

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You can guess where my dad was

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

My dad been with half of california's women

On they twitter writing novels, see

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Shit didn't help my sanity

It ain't hard to make money