This is a song about "I hate my father"

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

Balling, but it’s not a game

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

But look at my mother and father

I rathered you than my father or mother

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

I remember what my father said

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I hated my father, for what he had done.

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I abandoned my father, he lost his honor, made me suffer

You just working with the scraps you was given

I hated my father, for what he had done.