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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

I wanna invite carl cuz hes my dad, he always has me feelin the opposite of sad,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

No evidence of what dad did to her, she cleaned up the blood stain