This is a song about "My dad is studied"

Reading shit my critics say

"heyy....wtf dad!! first gimme my pay"

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

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

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You can guess where my dad was

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying