This is a song about "My daughters"

Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Grab my knife and my gun

We have nothing in common

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her