This is a song about "My dad said don t go to the kitchen"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Icouldnt let my dad go , so love for me was never exposed/

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

You don;t thin anymore

Baby, let me give you a call

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

She take two man one time

So take the stage just show me what you got

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

You're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Gonna prove to the whole world including my dad

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift