This is a song about "Living with my dad"

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

But my dad didnt make it

You don't mean that, you faggot

Then dad payed off my bail

Naija guy like wale

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

I shot my dad in the face

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Won't run out anytime soon