This is a song about "Growing up with a bad father"

They like talking, its like gossip

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

And i ain't frontin for her

Scum a disgrace to the father,

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

I'm a crusader with a mission i didn't think he was a father,

That'll do anything that i please

And a bad one with two degrees

He's supposed to be a father

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Wish i could shed all these tears

Growing up by myself

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

To bad dummy you ain't got skills to back it up with

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give