This is a song about "Your gaybdad"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Leave your running to your mamma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.