This is a song about "Father leaving"

My knees on the ground, dear father

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

"contemplate", i wrote about her

But black kids come home to no father,

I’m tryna be low key

My father never talks to me

And that i spent the night with her

I think you fuck yo father,

Let my angel sing

So we just kept leaving

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

I'm gon do it proper

Fight yo baby father,

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged