text: Well, Tyler, uh
  Its about that time
  I mean, youre a good kid, just misguided
  Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this?
  My father died the day I came out of my mothers hole
  And left a burden on my soul, until I was old enough
  To understand that the fuckin faggot didnt like me much
  He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... 
  Bring Your Pops to School Day, for twelve years, I cheated
  Told the fuckin faculty that he was at a meeting and
  Bring That Dude to Life day, he wasnt at the meeting
  Made a U-turn on the way there like, The fuck am I thinking? 
  Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wishlist
  Was CDs and a new fit
  Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks
  I was hyper cause I aint get attention from my real pops
  Cops say Im supposed to be in jail, but they dont know its me
  Statistics say that niggas with no father aint gon be shit 
  Well I guess I had one, cause, nigga, Im it
  You smell that? Thats the odor of success, bitch
  I know Im not the only bastard
  In America
  So Im gon to need some help, on this next part
  Scream it with me, niggas
   Im good
   I graduated
   Im good
   Im good
   Im good
   Im good
   Fuck you
   Bitch
  Fathers Day was the worst when it came to gifts
  Cause I aint know for who or what the fuck to get
  Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like
  Cause shes playin both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
  I aint look up to Obama and Nixon 
  I look up to the Hugos and Dixons 
  The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
  Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys
  My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
  He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums
  Like thats gonna make up for the years and the tears
  And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes
  You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you Ima get out
  The M-16 and let a fucking clip out 
  Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none
  I dont give a fuck either, like father, like son, Im done
  He aint give a fuck about me
  He aint give a fuck about you
  He aint give a fuck about we
  So what the fuck we gon do?
   Im good
   I graduated
   Im good
   Im good
   Im good
   Im good
   Fuck you
   Bitch
  The cold is nice, and Im not talking bout the weather
  The skin is thick, no need for leather
  Your father called, he said youre better without him
  Im not the only fuck without them
  How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed
  Up, take it to the shop, then, what?
  Fuck it, mommas proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck
  Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm
  When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
  The bummer is the fact that Im black
  And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frío
  Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that Im emo
  She dont give a fuck
  D-low, wheres the trigger? Ill let this bullet play hero
  Shit
  No, no, fuck that
  Fuck that
  I aint deserve this
  Im over it
  BANG!