This is a song about "Your dad s condoms"

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

You threatened to use a box of condoms on my mother,

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad