This is a song about "Bad fathers"

Why you treat them so bad

No, not bombs over baghdad

This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

Or let the mob handle that

Why you treat them so bad

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Luxury life, results living bad

And their mothers and fathers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

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

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

Niggas is unifying as we speak

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds