This is a song about "The god father"

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Is on the sister or brother, or the father or mother,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

See, i like the person that you are

Cause i was the one who lost my father

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

My father came up from nothing won't take the shit from granted