This is a song about "Fathers"

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

You somewhere, getting your life in order

The huge wound, that's gonna lay in your heart like your fathers frown.

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Destined to win, get respect where i live