This is a song about "Robbing your dad"

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

And they're robbing our money for tax

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow