This is a song about "I hate father"

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

You victims i will kill, i am rap's damn father,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And americanized/ tried to make me hate my father and live

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Like a line full of hoes

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I hate it and i hate you,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

Its the things that i hate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I got a father who believes in me