This is a song about "Your gay dad"

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Have your dad and fuckin gramps, catch a mutherfuckin cramp

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Like football your ass smacked dad

You, you, you have to pay for that

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

You aint please me but from a point of view your pic looks gay

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

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