This is a song about "Your dad abused you"

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Well its between you and dad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas