This is a song about "Your dads a peado"

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Now your leading me a stray

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Raising a kid on your own

So don't follow me home

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Your like a jew with pennies

Lights please, lights please