This is a song about "Dead beat fathers"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

To beat or not to beat/

Bitch i'm all you need

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Fathers abandoned you, sibling can't stand you

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

I can tell you that this tape

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Woo-hah, got you all in check