This is a song about "Haven t seen my father"

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Race is international my father isn't actual

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Living a better life than my father did

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

And then along came the wrong man for her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

So keep fronting till my peeps come