This is a song about "Not wanting too be like my father"

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

I pipe in and one night her

He's supposed to be a father

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Wanting to end my life , because the women in life would laugh

But i think i like that, just maybe

My father never talks to me

Go from wanting to be the president, to being a voter

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Sitting at home thinking "man where could my father be?"