This is a song about "Dad s death"

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

Where the black girls get their weaves back

S on my chest like a superman vest

Now move a little bit to the left

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

The outline which you n****s out dated

If only i could go back into the 80’s

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Whats a daughter without her dad

Like football your ass smacked dad

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will