This is a song about "Father dead"

My father never talks to me

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Holla out my set

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Fight yo baby father,

Something worth dying for

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Ay yo you wonder who i are

But black kids come home to no father,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Maybe, my father would think different!

Scum a disgrace to the father,

And there's little to be glad for