This is a song about "My father"

To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father

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

Cause i was the one who lost my father

I got something you've been waiting for

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

I rathered you than my father or mother

With such an ugly picture in it and

Maybe, my father would think different!

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga