This is a song about "My father said"

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

My father never talks to me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

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

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

My father is the cause of these memories

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

I hated my father, for what he had done.

I lost my connection with my woman

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Race is international my father isn't actual

Living a better life than my father did

See, the last one i dated, i hated