This is a song about "Dad why not spend time with your only daughter"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

Spend time with me and you'll be gratified

I heard that statistic i almost cried

I'm not the only one with these memories

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

If they ain’t talking bout paper

The only time i flirt with her

But what about your daughter?

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

What if you saw 'em take your father and rape ya daughter,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Cant stand your whore daughter

Cause they be on their water

And the only word i can come up with god is why... why..

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry