This is a song about "Mental abuse from dad clean"

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Getting in touch with my mental.

Lady at the frank stand will

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

One night love: i'mma need that

Double penetration with ya dad

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Hes fucking insane, retartedly mental

Needing money he sold his daddy's ring, bold an mean so far from clean

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen