This is a song about "Father of lights"

Yellin at my father in front of the church sayin fuck you and the kindergarten priest fucker,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

He's supposed to be a father

Just to let you know, you are

Scum a disgrace to the father,

I pipe in and one night her

The father of me/ i had to speak if i wanted to be free/ i was ten

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

My father is the cause of these memories

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Never wish this upon any of enemies, father suffering the penalties

It ain't where i been

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