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

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/

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I shot my dad in the face

Give players plenty space

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

But my dad didnt make it

I be on some other shit

Flo flo flow bad dad catch a cab hoe in my habitat

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad