This is a song about "Father dieng"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

But look at my mother and father

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Luke im not ur father

She should have invited her

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Maybe, my father would think different!

But black kids come home to no father,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

Baby, you know who you are

Do you know yo father,