This is a song about "I hate father"

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Swear i'm trying to get through

I hate it and i hate you,

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Father i come to you again for i have sinned

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I hated my father, for what he had done.

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

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