This is a song about "Shitty father"

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Make'm forefeit and i'm porshin 600 horses

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

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Shitty, you come to this battle unprepared

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Scum a disgrace to the father,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her