This is a song about "Am i wrong"

I don't know maybe im wrong

I know my daddy gone

I look at your empty seat wondering where i went wrong,

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Said everything i do is wrong

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I tend to be righteous and never wrong

December 4th a star was born

What's wrong king? am i scaring ya?

To liberate yourself, africa

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Fly as a wright brother, i guess that mean you wrong

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Said u don't want beef so am i wrong for responding back?

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Now we were alone believe me i know it was wrong