This is a song about "Your dad s condoms"

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

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

I'll take your ass back to the 80's, dawg, 'cuz even back then,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

Pass that, catch back, fast that

You based your life off of 50's shit

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Condoms, or any sort of protection