This is a song about "You are not my dad"

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

But got comma’s in my statement

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

My lyrics are weird not to everyone's liking,

You are not something more than me

God mc oh my god you gotta see

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

You can say all you want are you mad or not?

Where are you its not reality

And now that i’m getting money

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.