This is a song about "God father"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

But black kids come home to no father,

He's supposed to be a father

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Maybe, my father would think different!

I think you fuck yo father,

Or something that you paid for

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Impressed with my pimp posture

Kids loosen their father

That damier bag i bought her

Luke im not ur father

My father never talks to me

Dc, man over money