This is a song about "My abusive dad"

Gonna prove to the whole world including my dad

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

My dad been with half of california's women

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

And sure enough my dad came one morning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

But she took it in his place

I shot my dad in the face

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.