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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

And there's no way i can pay you back

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

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

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

As she approached the door, her dad was right in front of her,

I been doing this for forever, so whatever