This is a song about "Working for your dad"

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

For being the absent dad in attendance

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

So for now on you call me "big dad-dy"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

Working ya ass out on hanson for minimum wage

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I've no dad for a good influence,