This is a song about "Father leaving"

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But black kids come home to no father,

Luke im not ur father

The only time i flirt with her

Pulling down her skirt

Leaving deaths unanswered.

So yall people best be leaving

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

"contemplate", i wrote about her

But look at my mother and father

She should have invited her

Do you know yo father,

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

It's the reality of leaving,

So we just kept leaving

Why not me the same thing