This is a song about "A bad father"

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Go! you free to go about your business

Ay yo you wonder who i are

He's supposed to be a father

I got a father who believes in me

Chillin' with homies and family

A boy without a father now you know that's a crime

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time