This is a song about "Horrible dad"

I'm modest, and humble

Malcolm sex is horrible

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Cause you looking like maxes dad

I know the world been waiting for that

Well its between you and dad

Pass that, catch back, fast that