This is a song about "Dead beat fathers"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

You think you can reply back and beat me but your dead wrong

They fasting they won't leave me ate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Ain't finna peak yet

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

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Discriminated housing and then took away their fathers,

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles