This is a song about "Fathers not being there"

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

I must not fear being insane

Wale and we are not the same

Or is there six different fathers,

This one goes out to all my mack partners

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Not hungry for my poetry

No i’m not being funny,