This is a song about "Abusive fathers"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

And their mothers and fathers

Talking of the gods you serve

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

The huge wound, that's gonna lay in your heart like your fathers frown.

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

That's foolin' into confusion and more abusive intrusions

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price