Ight listen up Harold

I ain’t fw yo games

No Yo son ain’t come to play

Cause for that you too late

I’m bout to take you off my plate

I’m bout to turn you into drake

Turn you to a sirloin steak

An expose how you a snake

So tell me now Harold

What’s my date of birth

What number did I wear

Where did we all go to church

I’m waitin for an answer Harold

I’m only hearin crickets

I really can’t believe that

Yo ass Ain’t caught a sentence

You was 35 and my moms was jus 20

shii might have been legal

But if think it’s still funny

How You Fuckin snowbunnies

regardless off they age

But wait now lemme flip the page

I got more shii to say

Harold

I hope you know this shii at yo head top

Ima have you scared of any **** wit a dreadlock

Ima have you beggin to yo son

Sayin please stop

Like them girls say to you

When you force yo way on top

Damn

Did I take it too far

Like you would

When you would come home from the bar

causin hella havoc puttin hands on my mom

Put a gun to my head at

When I was 6 months born

Yo this **** not a father fr

My Pops go by Gary Littledeer

Point blank

That’s final that’s facts

Never have never will see you as my father

Ha ha

23 years $5 and you wanted it back nah I’m cool

But fr that was jus me gettin my shii off my chest towards this Ill in the mind ass **** now lemme explain how he not shii to the rest of the family

Uncle Shaun beat yo ass

And he kicked you out yo house

Talkin shii on Facebook

Tryna get you some clout

But when I saw you in person

You ain’t say a word about

How I was bein disrespectful

You barely opened up yo mouth

And I know it’s not yo fault

I know yo mental on the ground

Stuck at 19

Thinkin you the king of the town

But let me flip the page

To another funny story

The story of my name

And where my mom had got the sources

Cedrick was yo homie

And DeBryce was my moms

She’d rather give me names of men

Than the child I came from

Strap in dirty Harold

Cause you know I ain’t done

The father bout to answer for his sins

From his son

You done picked a dirty game

And my laundry ain’t done

And if I see yo ass in person

We can run a 1 on 1

And if you really got the strap

You just a bitch holding a gun