This is a song about "Father"

But black kids come home to no father,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Their father loosen their life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

But black kids come home to no father,

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

It's been 3 yrs since you left me father

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

We fuckin' it up this summer

Your father left you for another

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Most men don't wanna step up and be the father