This is a song about "My deadbeat father"

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

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

My father is gone wah wha dont fear sorry for me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

My father is the cause of these memories

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

I just pray for my father in jail.