This is a song about "My daddy gay"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

Imma have to get a book from my daddy,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

So what if this hurt you, on my daddy baby and thats me

Cause my daddy wasnt round, nigga dropped a dime

Save some, save none at the same time

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Daddy took my last money to buy presents for her, and i feel so screwed

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy