This is a song about "Your dadda"

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Your on fire.. your on fire

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Your body's right as rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain