This is a song about "Death to father"

But black kids come home to no father,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

When i step up out the maserati car

I'm fresh to death, i'm hotta then ya'll

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Cause i was about ready to fuckin choke you to death

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Grow older, closer to death.

Spending her time with him i guess