This is a song about "My father punching me"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

My father say we can only help ourselves

Maybe, my father would think different!

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I remember what my father said

My father is gone wah wha dont fear sorry for me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

My father hates me, this it what it seems to be

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Even my father left me, it felt like i died and i cried all night