This is a song about "My father said"

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

Cause i was the one who lost my father

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

I just pray for my father in jail.

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

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

I remember what my father said

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Living a better life than my father did

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

I hated my father, for what he had done.

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

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

My father is the cause of these memories

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with