This is a song about "Dead beat fathers"

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

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Fathers mistreat em or never show, the world deceives them

Discriminated housing and then took away their fathers,

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.