This is a song about "Long rap aboutmy dad who left"

For this long, i've heeded to needs of the seedy, the greedy, left me in a rage

More like the mixtape presidentbarack o'drama!it was definitely time for change

Constantly rippin those who run this rap monopoly

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Oh shit sorry billy, you guys know billy ray cyrus righy mileys dad who made her famous,

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Don’t you be holding back

Iv not long joined rap pad

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops