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

To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Maybe, my father would think different!

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

Even when my dreams are dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

But look at my mother and father

And i just want to hold her

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

My father say we can only help ourselves

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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