This is a song about "God father"

Guess what i'm your father

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I don’t care where ya are

I think you fuck yo father,

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

That damier bag i bought her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Luke im not ur father

But that's what he liked her

Who watched his father die

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

But black kids come home to no father,

The ice ain't really nothing to her