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

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.

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

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

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

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Your mom and dad on the list,so i make the tryst,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her