This is a song about "Dead beat fathers"

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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Picture me lettin this chump survive

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

I just murdered off this beat, man i guess it's dead,

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

My lady friends never really be into the life

Know just what your worth

And their mothers and fathers

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

Or is there six different fathers,