This is a song about "Father abuse"

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Zero options to choose

And for those who choose to abuse

My knees on the ground, dear father

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

That i will leave earth with her

Luke im not ur father