This is a song about "To dad"

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Bro called dad over, we tried to explain

But than my dad started to make some choices

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Ma want me to go find a wife

And dad came home ready to take a life

No longer gonna try to tell dad shit, i'm done with it

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

My dad going to work and never coming home,