This is a song about "Love my father"

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

My father say we can only help ourselves

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

My father is gone wah wha dont fear sorry for me

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I'm going through so much, my own father is my enemy

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

My father never talks to me

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Maybe, my father would think different!

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Race is international my father isn't actual