This is a song about "Father heaven above"

Fight yo baby father,

Something worth dying for

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Scum a disgrace to the father,

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Sent here straight from heaven

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon