This is a song about "Love dad"

It ain't like that

Dad comes home skitzing shit

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I promise i'mma call you back

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad