This is a song about "Horrible fathers"

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

What we gotta do to survive

Its a horrible one, but it doesn't seem to be the worst.

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Is my last girlfriend was horrible like hell facing the real me

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed