This is a song about "Ur stupif waddad"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

Put the purp in the blunt

Ur love was always fake

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

And i need you to show me love

Disconnects ur head to normality

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed