This is a song about "I m your dad"

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

When i get to warwick avenue

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier