This is a song about "Where s my dad"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,