This is a song about "Dead beat fathers"

The huge wound, that's gonna lay in your heart like your fathers frown.

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

And their mothers and fathers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

And please never disrespect my set

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

You all should be fukn dead

Kick back and know yo son set