This is a song about "Peice of shit fatha"

With all of this rap shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Right so i could neva be like my fatha but damn i hate that nigga. i followed the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

No more of that otherworldly ethereal shit/

Shit, that's most of america, with neighborhoods devastated,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Real nigguhs ain't scared of shit real nigguhs take care of shit