This is a song about "Your dad mollesting the creator of this webpage"

Amir, the creator of the site, but somethin ain't right. makes me question how legit your

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving

I'l blind you from the sight of me, to your side of me this hell i bring

I grew up with no dad, and that's the root of this behavior,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator