This is a song about "I hate dad"

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I just give dad the silent treatment when he says sup

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

I decided my pride is just why i resist

I hate it and i hate you,

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape