This is a song about "God the father"

Your father leaves you on the fray, few dare venture,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

My father is the cause of these memories

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

My father is the cause of these memories

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

Or something that you paid for

A toast to the worst father ever,

And his father from the shame, had to relinquish his throne..

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the