This is a song about "Father"

Bitch, they call it motor city

My father never talks to me

When they posten bail

Your father sits in jail

So it leaves me to wonder

Your father left you for another

Guess what i'm your father

I think it excited her

I'm pushing it for the corner

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

But black kids come home to no father,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

"contemplate", i wrote about her

It's been 3 yrs since you left me father