This is a song about "America s gonna lose a dad"

Just keep in mind you bitches gonna lose, bruise,

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I know your gonna lose you prolly think i was psychic

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

Lets be true, your gonna lose

My time with their half-witted reviews

I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Way of seas/ when in america you can flee/ but there was a

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

In america, it's okay to be a full-blown sinner