This is a song about "Poopy dads"

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But my dads a different story

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Make the fingers snap

Puts up with mum and dads crap

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes