This is a song about "Me and my dad driving fancy cars"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Me and momma been through it all and my dad was playin games

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

My dad caught me and told me "dat i didnt gave u the permit"

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally

Everybody watching while you touching real money

My dad told them to take me to jail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Its been driving me crazy lately