This is a song about "My dad not being ther and basketball was myguide"

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

But tupac got shot and cost my dad more than a dime

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Then you look like a fucking fool

And my dad abandoned us before i was born

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And sure enough my dad came one morning