This is a song about "My dad"

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

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

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

I got over the fact that my dad left,

Then dad payed off my bail

Ain't recieved any mail

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I shot my dad in the face

Bun b, i’m underground king

Thats what my dad was doing

My dad been with half of california's women

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen