This is a song about "Killed your dad"

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Top dropped down, black on black

Like football your ass smacked dad

I am just an artist

Saying "i just got killed"

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Cause you looking like maxes dad

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

I practiced till that shit made perfect