[Intro]

Izzy: Hey dad, dad, dad, dad

Bam: What?!

Izzy: Are you smoking again?

Bam: I am

[Verse 1]

Baby girl, I need a lil minute, daddy a lil lifted of of something mid, but the amount of shit I did to get from mellow buzz, to what year is this

Im Kyle Reese with my Dickies creased, I got a beer belly, they call me OG, and if you say you from the era Im from and don't know me? Hmm I don't know homie

Philippine celebrities got hella affairs, fil-am stars, smile ear to ear and talk food and tourism and charity given, might do a cultural fundraiser every year

But they ain't feelin my presence there, they know I ain't scared, Im too sеlf aware. Represеntation? Yea I don't care, dress like a Igorot, in griffith park, that's just weird

They takin native land, and sell to foreign man, then ruin the land with no consequence, I mean Whang Od on the cover of Vogue, but leave tribal leaders dead on the side of the road

Its like they don't know, cuz if they did, they wouldn't be on red carpets not mentioning shit

Izzy: Uh dad are you okay?

Bam: What year is this?

[verse 2]

Y'all wasting time, back home they dying, you gotta pic with Jo Koi, so I guess that's fine. You can go back home where your parents from, get on IG live, show the kids in the slums!

Algorithm, engagement driven, more funds in the Philippines to boost tourism, while money exiting to foreign banks, and philippine presidents give corporate thanks. Fuck that man it's fire fire, banging like a Bible in a dryer- ryer-ey -eyer. What year is this?

[Verse 3]

Been a good lil minute but Im still around, still down, got the same sound, same crowd. When you see me out, if you see me out you better smoke me out. Let's talk about shit your prolly scared to talk about, lets talk about it

Put it out so we can put it out, talk about it, lets put it out

You safe? you safe? you safe? you safe?

Izzy: Hey dad, can i have snack?

Bam: Ughhh

Izzy: Are you awake?

Bam: I dont know, leave me alone, go get the flaming hot cheetos, yea im stoned. Heres my point; hold my joint, uhh fuckin uhh

Izzy: Mommy can you help dad?

Rocky: alright, alright move over

[Verse 4: Rocky Rivera]

Don't waste the beat, you waste the weed, that song you trynna hang with me? The big smoke dog from the frisco fog, double loss, fuck yall. Sarah Connor inside the hall

Bam: I remember, I remember hold on sorry..

Rocky: Well come on, fucking finish

[verse 5:]

Lahaina caught fire, now its land grabbing. Locals on the island getting ranragged

Yall ain't see when it was based women, trynna tread water holding elders and children, but Israels getting a cool billion, to maintain a fake country bombing children

Izzy:uh, uh, dad keep goin

Dj khaled, uh, sloppy ass, on the gram stayin quiet, trying not to fuck up his brand. ooh, god damn

Im in the mission district with the empire clique, my coach say that my jiu jitsu shit. Skinny white belts trynna break my neck, I keep showing up in my AP fit, I keep rolling up and taking monster hits, but excuse me a minute my daughter all in the fridge-

Hey, I got one more line ok?

Im kyle Reese, send me back in time, to have one more talk before my papa died

Right? Right

[outro]

Izzy: If you see someone stealing food... (No you didn't.)