This is a song about "Step father"

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

But black kids come home to no father,

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Maybe, my father would think different!

And i just want to hold her

Luke im not ur father

And i'm raw, fish scale

Your father sits in jail

Do you know yo father,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

If your man want to bet

Vs me taking a step

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

What is hittin' for

Fight yo baby father,