This is a song about "Horrible fathers"

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Fathers mistreat em or never show, the world deceives them

I rather give you my last to see you live again

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

5 fathers of rap n.w.a should teach you how to rap.nasty little spittle.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

My mind, is one of a kind, jeffreys was horrible,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes