This is a song about "Father"

My father never talks to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I remember what my father said

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

He's supposed to be a father

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

Their father loosen their life

Bring the battering ram where you live

Just like that... wale

Your father sits in jail

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Do you know yo father,