This is a song about "Father morton"

But black kids come home to no father,

I got something you've been waiting for

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Your father sits in jail

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

He's supposed to be a father

And that i spent the night with her

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'll meet you in the sky

Who watched his father die

I pipe in and one night her

Luke im not ur father