This is a song about "Father dying"

My knees on the ground, dear father

You know...you know who you are

But he don't rule a thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

After all the times i preferred dying.

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I think you fuck yo father,

When i'm blown i can work proper

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Ay yo you wonder who i are

But black kids come home to no father,

But look at my mother and father

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

And there's little to be glad for

But black kids come home to no father,