This is a song about "Your dopey dad"

Twista finna get up on the track

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Like football your ass smacked dad

That we ain't never had

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Double penetration with ya dad

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Rack, rack city shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer