This is a song about "No fathers"

And i be talking about me, i do this

No failed romances, no second glances,

No, no, we are not those

I gotta teach hoes

No one no where no why no how

Call me a clown but a week from now

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

No monopoly type flow, no chance

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

No affiliation

Or babies they raisin

Oldest nation on this earth

Or is there six different fathers,

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

The huge wound, that's gonna lay in your heart like your fathers frown.