This is a song about "Your rich dad"

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

And u still wondering how your business is so rich

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Rather beatin on the bitch

Thats it we getting rich

Bully season, i'm like bugs taking out daffy, now where's your rich daddy?/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Whats a daughter without her dad

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Well, you better be rich

Coming back with this shit bitch