This is a song about "My father"

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

My father say we can only help ourselves

Maybe, my father would think different!

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

But look at my mother and father

When i'm blown i can work proper

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

My father is the cause of these memories

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

My father is the cause of these memories

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,