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

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

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

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

Cos it reminds her of her dad helps her rewind the time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine