This is a song about "How much she needed her dad"

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

How do i tell her that she needs to take charge..and make up wasted time,

Yes sir, please confess

How much i stabbed and press.

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Needed some cash so i volunteered, didn't make much though

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

She give so much head got her sittin on my mantle

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

I can't let go of her, she means too much to me to do that shit

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

No evidence of what dad did to her, she cleaned up the blood stain