This is a song about "Girl raised with no father"

But black kids come home to no father,

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

But black kids come home to no father,

I thought i recognized her

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Feed me more rappers to devour, eat em up and howl with raised lungs

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Ain't no fallin' no next time i meet a new girl