This is a song about "My abusive dad"

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

You can guess where my dad was

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

Who know this be the life that i really live

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

Gonna prove to the whole world including my dad

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab