This is a song about "My dad can t rap"

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Got me quite open for a while

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Playboy, i don't own that man

I rap the best i can