This is a song about "Shitty father"

I want to be the greatest of this shitty generation.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

But black kids come home to no father,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Scum a disgrace to the father,

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

Impressed with my pimp posture

Guess what i'm your father

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...