This is a song about "My dad is a drig"

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

And this will be the song that we sing

Thats what my dad was doing

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

My dad gives a brawl, sayin i gotta have good mentals, rap'll make me unknown//

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think