This is a song about "No fathers"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

No conscience, no need for resilience

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

Never really been into the ice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

5 fathers of rap n.w.a should teach you how to rap.nasty little spittle.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Hit the club she drop it low

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

All we need is convienient love

Champagne no chain no diamonds