This is a song about "Fathers of conf federation"

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

When i get to warwick avenue

Fathers abandoned you, sibling can't stand you

Out of this coviction of feelings

Had i not been exposed to these things

People love hodgy i hate you though

Return of the king of flow

Top of my pile of bodies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

And i can't help but notice

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense