This is a song about "Father left me"

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Nothing left of me to be distinguished

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

You can find me at the exit, you're right, my left

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

You can find me at the exit, you're right, my left

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

If i left would u leave with me?

She going to borrow some money

My father is gone wah wha dont fear sorry for me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Your father left you for another

My wrist is all red from the cutter

I have a father, he didn't leave me as a kid

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good