This is a song about "Fathers of conf federation"

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

Of being of always getting wired

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Or is there six different fathers,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Discriminated housing and then took away their fathers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

You hear the mothers and fathers shout