This is a song about "Fighting with my father"

I just pray for my father in jail.

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Your friends say, why we not together yet

I remember what my father said

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

Maybe, my father would think different!

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

My father is the cause of these memories

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Cause i was the one who lost my father