This is a song about "Dead beat fathers"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

Fathers abandoned you, sibling can't stand you

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

And their mothers and fathers

Talking about the god you serve

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

5 fathers of rap n.w.a should teach you how to rap.nasty little spittle.

You all should be fukn dead

One day a bed

Or is there six different fathers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/