This is a song about "I hate my father"

My father never talks to me

And my kick game beyond crazy

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

My knees on the ground, dear father

But look at my mother and father

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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