This is a song about "Father"

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

You victims i will kill, i am rap's damn father,

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,

To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

He's supposed to be a father

My records sell, yes sir

Huh, i can't interpret her

I think you fuck yo father,

That damier bag i bought her

Kids loosen their father