This is a song about "Ur fathher"

Ur love was always fake

New york, va, dc, get paid

Disconnects ur head to normality

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Remember stand up for ur rights

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I'm popping rubber bands

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

Let's have a toast for this new love

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,