This is a song about "Having no father"

Instead having a bad addiction

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

That damier bag i bought her

Kids loosen their father

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Fight yo baby father,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Ma glaswegian accent means no mainstream for me but a don't regret having it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

But black kids come home to no father,