This is a song about "Father morton"

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

When i'm blown i can work proper

But black kids come home to no father,

Your father sits in jail

Ain't recieved any mail

Fight yo baby father,

Say bye bye to her

My father never talks to me

That's the way, you can move it baby

Do you know yo father,

Something worth dying for

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

It's been 3 yrs since you left me father