This is a song about "Kurdish daddy"

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

"sorry bitch, i have to leave you", "please don't daddy",

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty