This is a song about "I hate father"

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

And americanized/ tried to make me hate my father and live

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Im still here but i can't skate

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels