This is a song about "Loosing a father"

This is everything that we call hype

Loosing myself in the moonlight

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I'm a crusader with a mission i didn't think he was a father,

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Every verse is a bastard like who is the father

Scum a disgrace to the father,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Yeah, it's all natural baby

I got a father who believes in me

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Living a better life than my father did

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good