This is a song about "Son telling his dad i hate you"

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

She gonna dance when that molly through

I hate it and i hate you,

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Make me another brother

I hate you and your mother,

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

Okay...you should not hate me son

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women