This is a song about "Father dead"

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Cutting me this worthless check

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Your father sits in jail

Naija guy like wale

I remember what my father said

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

But black kids come home to no father,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But black kids come home to no father,

And there's little to be glad for

Kids loosen their father

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Boom! now that she is dead

Sunroof flow so over your head