This is a song about "Your dad is a pedophile"

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

They say he's a dead dad and it's,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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