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

You remind me of my dad, reminding me of my mistakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Fuck me in my fat ass

Fell asleep in first class

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Double penetration with ya dad

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

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

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

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

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

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up