This is a song about "Father life"

My knees on the ground, dear father

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

But look at my mother and father

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

Or something that you paid for

Scum a disgrace to the father,

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Maybe, my father would think different!

Life could not get any harder for me as my father he screams,

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

I remember what my father said

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

But black kids come home to no father,

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