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

The rap game you cherished, cut your pussy and left you airless

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

And that's all i long for in my rap career

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Constantly rippin those who run this rap monopoly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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