This is a song about "Father who loves his son"

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Call me rap jokes, who leaves fags open, let me rap short son.

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

All i want is you baby

I'm adored by who loves me

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Told father the truth about his beloved brother

And his father from the shame, had to relinquish his throne..

Better than college, after that, students home

But i guess that shit's just tough love

That my tigress loves his highness