This is a song about "Fathers not being there"

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Chicken bone, not a phone, is anybody out there?!

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Just the fact of being there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Or is there six different fathers,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,