This is a song about "Our father"

To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Kids loosen their father

Huh, i can't interpret her

Most men don't wanna step up and be the father

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

But look at my mother and father

Ain't recieved any mail

Your father sits in jail

But black kids come home to no father,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

He's supposed to be a father

I think it excited her