This is a song about "Me against my father"

But look at my mother and father

And there's little to be glad for

That trample you whenever you're against me.

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I just pray for my father in jail.

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Against my own worthwhile

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Even my father left me, it felt like i died and i cried all night

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My father hates me, this it what it seems to be

You can form coalitions against me...

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free