This is a song about "You have no dad"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

And i like the hoes that need passion

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

That you obviously have no intelligence

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

That's why i'm makin' money

You have no more words for me

Dog, you got no balls you must have been neutered/

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Bet i'm heavy with that

You have no rap in that pad

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Now i'm like mommy, dad look at this song we have