This is a song about "Fathers of conf federation"

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Of being of always getting wired

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

That's the window into the sky

5 fathers of rap n.w.a should teach you how to rap.nasty little spittle.

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Of the book of your life

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And their mothers and fathers

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights