This is a song about "Me in fancy ass cars with my dad"

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

I shot my dad in the face

I be murdering bars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life