This is a song about "Your dad s condoms"

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

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Condoms, or any sort of protection

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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