For My Father

My father came down from Mosul
But I’m doing this for the Armenian people
So much love my heart rate feeling like dilated pupils
Everyone want a piece they trying to find a crack in the system like peep holes
We keep the club popping your crew just pimples
And your bitch mine I be rubbing on her dimples
Lines From my nose to my temple
Tonight imma make your girl sing like shirley temple
We hot you just pimento
Yelling saf man a couple kabobs on the bbq
Lahmajoun on the plate for the starter crew
Red blue and orange all the way to iraq
And I still carry the t Dot streets on my back
Love like butter cut me some slack
As I listen to your girl sing on my lap
I’m about to lay her adlibs on the track
She ready to go again like another lap