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

Well its between you and dad

You got reason to brag

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

All the girls really want is fun

Damn.... can you keep up son?

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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