This is a song about "Living with my dad"

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Living with a mininum got me troubled

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Thats what my dad was doing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Gonna prove to the whole world including my dad

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

For living my life style

Through the barbed wire

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last