This is a song about "God our father"

My father never talks to me

Must be something you want me to see

My knees on the ground, dear father

"contemplate", i wrote about her

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Your father sits in jail

He's supposed to be a father

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

We are servants and god is our boss

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Maybe, my father would think different!

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

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

Kids loosen their father

Girl, what you grabbing cash for