This is a song about "Good father"

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Look, another day another dollar

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

But look at my mother and father

I think you fuck yo father,

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

But black kids come home to no father,

You victims i will kill, i am rap's damn father,

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

Just to let you know, you are

Guess what i'm your father