This is a song about "My dead father part 2"

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

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

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

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

My father never talks to me

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My father is the cause of these memories

Dam i see my trust with him wait fu that last part

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

I remember what my father said

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I love all the inspiration

Your part of my hater nation