This is a song about "God our father"

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

Fight yo baby father,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Scum a disgrace to the father,

That's why when you pray the our father, i'm the one you're mentionin',

It's not that i don't need ya but see yaand i hope you understand why i'm bustin

Your father left you for another

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

The only time i flirt with her

But black kids come home to no father,

That's the window into the sky

Who watched his father die

With such an ugly picture in it and

Maybe, my father would think different!

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race